The Fault is in my Heart

ser·en·dip·i·ty noun \ˌser-ən-ˈdi-pə-tē\: luck that takes the form of finding valuable or pleasant things that are not looked for.

[cmfwritings]

“On a side note, it’s a breath of fresh air to wake up forgetting to remember you.”

-This is what moving on feels like (via cmfwritings)

[wordsnquotes]

She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.

Virginia Woolf, The Years (via wordsnquotes)

[snorlaxatives]

that little chunk of chocolate at the bottom of the drumstick cone reblog of you agree

[lvexmillie]

[hypedogs]

[wordsnquotes]

Healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls my life.

Akshay Dubey (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I was in a place where nobody knew my heart even a little bit.

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the wolves I’m home (via wordsnquotes)

[deeplifequotes]

You can’t stop a person from doing what they want to do. They’ll start lying to you to continue doing it.

Unknown (via deeplifequotes)

[breanna-lynn]

Teach me how to gracefully let go of things not meant for me.

[lewky]

[wnq-writers]

This feeling never goes away. It keeps on coming back every time I see your face and I hear your name.

vomitingwords (via wordsnquotes)

[tenwordstory]

I wish you knew how bad it fucked me up.

(via tullipsink)

[wnq-writers]

Just because you failed at something, doesn’t mean you didn’t understand. And it certainly doesn’t mean you didn’t learn anything.

lesbellesmarguerites, Notes to self #2 (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-movies]

My heart is stronger now, because you’re in it.

Arrietty, Dir. Hiromasa Yonebayashi (via wnq-movies)

[words-of-emotion]

it’s not you. it’s not me. it’s you and me.

Unknown (via words-of-emotion)

[tenwordstory]

I wish you knew how bad it fucked me up.

submitted by anonymous  (via tenwordstory)

[wordsnquotes]

Sorry. Sorry means you feel the pulse of other people’s pain as well as your own, and saying it means you take a share of it. And so it binds us together, makes us trodden and sodden as one another. Sorry is a lot of things. It’s a hole refilled. A debt repaid. Sorry is the wake of misdeed. It’s the crippling ripple of consequence. Sorry is sadness, just as knowing is sadness. Sorry is sometimes self-pity. But Sorry, really, is not about you. It’s theirs to take or leave. Sorry means you leave yourself open, to embrace or to ridicule or to revenge. Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won’t settle until things are set right and true. Sorry doesn’t take things back, but it pushes things forward. It bridges the gap. Sorry is a sacrament. It’s an offering. A gift.

Craig Silvey, Jasper Jones (via wordsnquotes)