BeatsOfLife

Der Blog eines Jugendleistungssportlers mit der etwas anderen Sicht zum Leben

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[benafflecks]

[amargedom]

‘I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

Uma Thurman (via amargedom)

[hazalxyb]

Mein Sohn wird deinen Namen tragen, damit ich ihm sagen kann, er trägt den Namen meiner ersten großen Liebe.

(via satanshayatim)

Wie dumm dieser Spruch ist omg

(via intealbehayatim)

[the-humdrum-gatsby]

"If he writes her a few sonnets, he loves her. If he writes her 300 sonnets, he loves sonnets"

- my english professor

[pervocracy]

I think about this quote all the time and I feel like it explains a lot of things about human behavior

[coltre]

stop checking their profile. it’s over. don’t hurt yourself like that

[love-personal]

[zachabee-deactivated654323]

have you ever stayed up late with someone texting or chatting and known as the hours ticked by that you’d be ridiculously tired in the morning but it didnt matter because it was really fun and totally worth losing sleep over just to laugh with someone and enjoy their company maybe and then the next day you keep tiredly recalling how much fun it was while you’re falling asleep in class and that makes it not so bad that you’re tired anymore

[ko-zna]

[baesment]

Counterparts - Jumping Ship (x)

[blossomfully]

Some things are beautiful because they last for a short time,“ you said.  “And some things are beautiful because they  last forever,” he countered. “Which one are we?” “Hopefully forever,” he said. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yeah. Hopefully.”

(via blossomfully)

[bepeu-deactivated20171202]

*organizes a meeting w my mind, body, and soul* so what the fuck is going on around here

[wnq-writers]

We find art in those who are most broken by life.

@ Shahed AK Erhoma (via wnq-writers)

[thesecretletter]

It’s been 7 months since we broke up. Damn. Time flies. It’s been a rough 7 months for me and I’m sure you’ve felt it too. Tomorrow, October 5th is your birthday. I’ll have you in mind all day like I always do. I hope this birthday is great. It’s actually quite weird not having you around anymore. It’s as if a part of me is missing. Every day and every night I lay in my bed and imagine you sleeping next to me in your spot next to the wall. You liked that spot because the wall was cold. No matter which house I was living in at the time, you always slept in that same spot. Next to a wall. I remember spending nights together and randomly holding your hand or pulling you closer and wrapping my arm around your stomach. I never told you why I really did that. Truth is, I did because I was always scared of losing you so I would hold you close every second I could. Not knowing when the last time would be. I’m starting to tear up writing this. God I love you so much. I miss you everyday. I’ve come to grips with the fact that we aren’t going to be together again. It still hurts, but you’re happy now and that’s all I want. I’ll always love you and I think you’re the one that got away. I love you.

Your secrets are safe here (via thesecretletter)

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[permeate]

[juststayoptimistic]

yeah sex is nice, but when you haven’t been held in months sex isn’t what you miss the most

the little innocent things are what you miss the most /// r. (via juststayoptimistic)