D.O.T. Don't Over Think

[br0k3ndream5]

Who knows? Maybe, just maybe someday somehow our paths will cross again.

[written-on-polaroids]

You don’t know heartbreak until you’re standing infront of the person you love more than anything, knowing it’s time to say goodbye.

Goodbye. (via written-on-polaroids)

[difficult]

Maybe I love too much and maybe I show too little.

 r.m drake (via difficult)

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Book of the day:The Short Drop by Matthew FitzSimmons

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[br0k3ndream5]

If only she knew,how much she meant /means to me. That I find refuge in randoms arms warmth in random kisses and a prospect of love that I'm eager to share with her. Instead... I lie down on the bed next to someone not fell alone anymore. Miss her. D.on't O.ver T.hink

[wordsnquotes]

Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.

Tyler Kent White  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via wordsnquotes)

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[poems-and-words]

Book of the day: The Stand by Stephen King

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[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via simply-quotes)

Still does

[wordsnquotes]

I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.

Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea (via wordsnquotes)

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Book of the day: Collared by Nicole Williams

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[cassmarieex]

call me in the middle of the night and tell me you can’t sleep without me

(via difficult)

[poems-and-words]

[wordsnquotes]

We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.

Nikita Gill, “93 Percent Stardust” (via wordsnquotes)

[randompalegirl]

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