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[sulietsexual]

“We cannot choose our fate, but we can choose others. Be careful in knowing that.”

[thoughts-memories]

[poems-and-words]

[thelovewhisperer]

Love is passion, obsession, someone you can’t live without. If you don’t start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who’ll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I’m not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you’ll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven’t lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived.

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[queensofrap]

[voldemxrt]

and then she was kissing him as she never had before, and Harry was kissing her back

[booksqouted]

It’s amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me - such bullshit.

Lauren Oliver, Delirium (via booksqouted)

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

It was a kiss made in lonely dreams. A kiss that took its time. A kiss that felt so right she couldn’t remember all the reasons it was wrong.

Susan Elizabeth Phillips, This Heart of Mine (via simply-quotes)

[mxsiclyrics]

Mumford & Sons - Believe

[kardashianjennergifs]

[eternalsages]

The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.

Alan Watts, The Culture of Counter-Culture: Edited Transcripts  (via thatkindofwoman)

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.

Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale (via simply-quotes)

[moosekleenex]

[quotemybooks]

After all, that was what you wanted from books: great emotions you’d never felt yourself, pain you could leave behind by closing the book if it got too bad. Death and destruction felt deliciously real conjured up with the right words, and you could leave them behind between the pages as you pleased, at no cost or risk to yourself.”

Inkdeath by Cornelia Funke (via quotemybooks)

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