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"There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally in a heartbeat, in a single, flashing, throbbing moment."

We are all searching for someone whose demon play well with ours..

I wish to spend every sunrise and every sunset with you 💋

It's the climb 😜😆 #chasinwaterfalls

#chasinwaterfalls

thelovewhisperer

I guess what makes me different from most girls is that I’m not the type to squeal all over you and I don’t ask for your attention at all times. I know what I want and I know how to get it but I don’t hurt people along the way. I can be a bitch but I’m also a weird obnoxious loser, but hey that’s the truth in me. I guess you can say I’m complicated, but I’d rather be difficult than easy any day. I can be hard to figure out sometimes, but if you know me, I’m not that much of a confusing person. So, why don’t you actually open up your heart instead of just your eyes and take a look at me, and then tell me if you’re still in love with her.

Daily Tumblr Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)

'He offered her the world, she said she had her own'-Monique Duval

coral

Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another’s happiness than in your own.

Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot (via feellng)

thegirlwhocrieswolf

Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else. You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.

Lang Leav (Signposts, Lullabies)

pemberley-state-of-mind

She longed to know what at that moment was passing in his mind; in what manner he thought of her, and whether, in defiance of everything, she was still dear to him.

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (via whentheheartwaits)

wordsthat-speak

It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine.

That Summer -Sarah Dessen (via thatkindofwoman)

Missing summer..