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When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies  (via wordsnquotes)
She is the life pulsing within me.
Bruce Adler (via wnq-writers)
The world wasn’t ready to speak of our love. So we whispered it to each other. Sweetly.
kendarestodream (via wnq-writers)
And I come home - once again; With two empty palms And a shattered heart.
A.R.J (via wnq-writers)
“ however you dress and wherever you go, yes means yes, and no means no. “
I knew that what was left of me would always love you, but never in quite the same way.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damn (via wordsnquotes)
Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.
1 Peter 5:7 (via foreverhelives)
my biggest pet peeve is when I call a boy pretty and about six people have their necks swivel all the way around on their shoulders exorcist style just to tell me that boys aren’t pretty they’re handsome