d.ear,

[blossomfully]

“Tell me it meant something,” she said. “Or tell me it meant nothing.” “Or tell me how tragic it is that I cannot decide which is worse.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #94 (via blossomfully)

[shareaquote]

It would have been beautiful You and I But sometimes the stars don’t align and that’s fine because you’ll always be a love of mine You’ll always remind me of stars scattered in the sky

Nicholas A Browne | Prose 34 (via wnq-writers)

[blossomfully]

“I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132 (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

[teenagerposts]

18-22 is a confusing age. I got friends getting married, some in prison, and some still have to ask their parents to stay out past curfew.

[wnq-writers]

I know I have hurt you and you have hurt me but we cannot be afraid. We have learnt to love summer and the heartfelt nights spent out on the balcony, talking. We have learnt to love ice cream dates and spending every waking second together but winter must come and we cannot fight it. We cannot be afraid of the demands of winter as the freedom of summer diminishes. We cannot risk not seeing another summer because we are afraid of getting through winter. Summer will always be us but it is now November and we must prepare ourselves for the cold mornings we don’t wake up next to each other. I know as days passed and summer slowly disappeared from our minds, we felt our love was too. The chills of September and October have done nothing but tear at us. Now it is November, on the verge of giving up, it is time to find a way to love the winter in the same way we love summer. New seasons call for new experiences. We cannot be afraid to add new meanings to us. Our ice cream dates could now be Starbucks dates. Our heartfelt nights on the balcony could now be nights spent cuddled up in bed with movies and back tickles. Summer is over but that doesn’t mean we are, too. A home will always be a home no matter what the season and you, my love, are my home.

andthis-isforever,  writing prompt #66: Write about November (via wordsnquotes)

[kushandwizdom]

I think one of my favorite feelings is laughing with someone and realizing half way through how much you enjoy them and their existence.

http://twitter.com/goodquoteco (via kushandwizdom)

  (via kushandwizdom)

[rendzina]

over coffee with my mom this morning: “sometimes we hesitate to invite people into our life because we feel like our space isn’t good enough yet. things are a little messy, or our place settings don’t match, or our situation isn’t quite what we want it to be. don’t let that stop you. invite people in anyway.”

[emasalways]

your mom is a wise woman

[3amwritting]

Not everyone is and alcoholic, Or a drug addict, Some people work too much, lock themselves away, or drink their coffee like its life support. But the idea is the same, to drown themselves in something, in anything. To push away everything for a moment, just one small moment. Next time, look closer, Because everyone has their demons, Some just aren’t that obvious

A.P (via weltenwellen)

[qu0tationmarks]

It’s the way she goes a bit crazy when it comes to competition. It’s the way she jumps up in joy anytime she sees a dog. It’s the way she makes those silly facial expressions. It’s the way she covers her mouth when she can’t quit laughing. It’s the way she smiles at the world. It’s the way she cares for others. It’s the way she wants everyone to be happy. It’s the way she made you believe in things like love. It’s the way she makes you a better person. But most of all, it’s the way she loves you so selflessly & how you can’t help but love her back.“

E.M.S. {It’s her way} (via qu0tationmarks)

[beejayway]

[justbeingnamaste]

“Everything you can imagine is real.”  Pablo Picasso

[godofcum]

[wordsnquotes]

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

Laurell K. Hamilton, A Stroke of Midnight  (via wordsnquotes)

[thesecretletter]

All I want is to have you back in my arms. You were my whole life. When we weren’t together all I did was talk about you. All I did was think about you. I’m not good at showing love because I’ve never been loved before you. I really think you’re the one. I want to give you a promise ring to prove to you that you’re the only one I want. I would marry you and have children with you.

Your secrets are safe here (via thelovewhisperer)

[dexfiles]

[words-of-emotion]

I like those friends that you don’t have to talk to every day but you’re still friends even if you go weeks without talking.

https://twitter.com/goodquoteco (via words-of-emotion)

[wnq-writers]

Sometimes you feel lonelier in a crowd full of people than alone. That’s because silence is reassuring in a way, it makes you feel special.

giulswrites (via wnq-writers)