(ill)fated imagination

My name is Grace. Born and raised on the West Coast (Vancouver Island, BC). Im 19 and still trying to figure out what real life is really like.


when you finally get the food you ordered at a restaurant after waiting a very very long time


(via so-personal)

My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.

—Diane Les Becquets  (via keefrich)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via borinq)


i’m either that person that talks too much when they’re high or I’m that person that doesn’t talk at all when they’re high there is no in between

(via miracleday)