QueenofHearts

I like the smell of the earth, the touch of waves, the taste of chocolates, the sight of trees, the sound of laughter, and the feeling of being alivee. I don't bite! :3

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There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Shakespeare (via psych-facts)

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[wnq-writers]

When somebody can make you feel like the happiest girl in the world but also the saddest, is that love?

a-lovely-thought  (via wordsnquotes)

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The girl who used to be infatuated by you no longer exists.  She stopped laughing when her drive was funnier than your joke, and you would’ve been nothing but wind trying to push her back. She stopped calling after 12 to see if you got home alright, rather than you making sure she made it to her own door. You used to captivate her with blue eyes that put the ocean to shame, more vibrant than any sky she laid under, but she stopped getting lost in them. As time passed, your lips only spoke of words kissed by sugar and she needed what you didn’t have. That girl who used to be infatuated by the idea of you, no longer, exists. The girl who replaced her, well, she is fiercer than the ocean on a stormy night and she is stronger than the wind beneath her wings.

Stories I’ll tell one day #24 – Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)

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We will be more than stormy nights and hazy days. We are sunlight peaking through stained glass, the sunset in between trees, and the view of the ocean when we make it to the top. We are the long walks and kisses in the rain when you forget your speakers, for our song is in us. I am afraid of thunder and you tend to run faster than lightning, yet, we still dance.

Ming D. Liu, Mosaics (via mingdliu)

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“I used to have faith in fate, believed it would some day be us if I played the cards right, or if I tried hard enough to be someone worth searching for. Then one afternoon, I sat there alone with a pen in my hand and bleakness in my heart, and the thoughts of you stopped providing comfort. You weren't elixir, but the plague I tried to avoid,” I said.“ “I wish I could speak to myself a few years ago. I’d tell her to stop wishing on every 11:11 for a love so futile, to let go of someone who made her lose sight her constellations and allowed her to see herself as a city night without stars. I’d tell her that she was the universe he would never be a part of, and that will one of the best things she’ll ever have.

Ming D. Liu, Stories I’ll tell one day #135

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“What happens if we don’t make it?” “Oh, but we’ll try my darling,” you said. “At least we can say we loved dearly without holding anything back. That’s got to be worth something.”

Stories I’ll tell one day #113 – Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)

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“I’m not sure if love is always enough. It’d be wonderful to think that if it’s one thing that can conquer the world-it’d be that, but with all the turmoil it causes, it makes me doubt it’s as wonderful as everyone makes it out to be.”  "Love isn’t always a movie or a story you can write in real life,“ you say. ” The disastrous things cause by it can be fixed by it. How willing are you to do so?

Stories I’ll tell one day #126 by Ming D. Liu

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[wnq-movies]

People should be able to say how they feel. How they really feel, Not, you know, some words that some strangers put in their mouth.

500 Days of Summer (2009), Dir. Marc Webb (via wnq-movies)

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[poems-and-words]

Book of the day: The Passage by Justin Cronin

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Some day, someone is going to stumble into your life and crash into you and at first, you are going to be annoyed at the collision but when this person makes you reach for the stars and gives you the universe in the palm of your hands, you will be beyond happy that your worlds collide at all.

Ming D. Liu, You & I 

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You should try saying “sorry” to the stranger you bumped into while walking too fast, headed nowhere. Maybe you can give them a smile as you apologize because this world needs more twinkling eyes instead of frowns. Call your parents and ask them how their day was - they always asked about yours. Call your mother and ask what she would like for dinner, call your brother and ask if he’d like to watch a movie when you get home because you haven’t spent as much time as you’d like together. People are so bitter over their past, even when they are in a happier place now. Make amends to things that no longer are. Make peace with the past demons. Make peace with yourself. Be alright alone, by yourself, and surround yourself with the kind of happiness more permanent than the one you searched for. Tell a stranger you like the color of their eyes or the way their dress fits them perfectly. Compliment them. Human beings deserve compliments. When the rest of the world is dragging one another down, tell a stranger they are going to be someone and watch the stars form in their eyes. Every single one of us has a universe inside. Let people make you feel. Let life inspire you. If you are full of warmth, don’t look forward to Winter. Seasons come and season go. Allow yourself to be happy.

Ming D. Liu, August 17th, 2016

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“I can’t predict the future. I can’t tell you where we’ll be in a few months or years from now but I can tell you this - I am here now, and you are here now, and at this moment in time, nothing makes me happier than knowing I am yours and your heart belongs to me. I say, no matter what happens, there is this moment in time that will be worth the rest of our lives and what comes along with it.”

Ming D. Liu, Different ways to say “I Love You.”

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[wnq-writers]

In my life I’ve loved exactly two people, the person you came to me as and the person you left me as.

press-morgan (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Anna Peters (via wordsnquotes)

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“What keeps you up at night? Is it your past or your future?” “My past,” he says. “And the future is what gets me up in the morning.”

Stories I’ll tell one day #120 by Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)