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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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YOU ARE THE REASON
Not today Justin
EXPECTATIONS
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“One day I woke up and we no longer spoke the same language. I haven’t heard from you since.”
— Where did you go?, Hishaam Siddiqi
People change and forget to tell each other.
“Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.”
— Andrea Gibson, “Pansies” (via goghst)
“My love, my sweet love, I live in another world. A kinder and simpler world. A world of moons and stars and forests, a world filled with danger and magical beauty. It’s the old world but to me it’s new. You must not be fearful, dear, I quite like it there.”
— Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to J. M. Murry written c. April 1922
“Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed. She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to. She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three. Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap. Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her. You say: I dated her a while back. You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume. You say: She was younger than me. You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered. You say: It’s nothing now. You don’t say: But it was everything then.”
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Some things are better left unsaid (via dearalexandra)
FUCK?!!?
(via extrasad)
this almost made me cry…
(via stickswithyourheart) this hurts my heart (via goodbye-isthenewhello)
Yup, that hurt. That fucking hurt a lot.
(via lesbehonest96)
Geez
(via sincerelymesunny) WHAT
(via girlsandgoodvibes)
Holy fucking shit.
(via paruhhhdise)
“Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.”
— something someone should have told me when i was eighteen (via bl-ossomed)
“Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood.”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco (via wordsnquotes)
You are more vast than any amount of words will ever be able to express.
Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.
“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
— Pablo Neruda (via coral)
Gustav Klimt
“I wish I could press fast forward and see if you are worth the wait.”
— (via purplebuddhaquotes)
“How long they choose to love you will never be your decision.”
— Drake // Thank Me Now