ELETHEOWL

I follow the heart, not the anatomy. I take no credit for the quotes or pictures I post that aren't mine.

[oddfilmstills]

[zelldas]

no other person on this planet was made for you, they were made for themselves. love is all about choices. no one is going to be perfect for you, and i think we need to stop raising everyone on the belief that someone out there, just one other person in the whole world, was “made for you” because it isn’t true. no one is made for you, besides you. other people belong to themselves. if you want to make it work with someone, it’s about hard work, understanding, compassion, communication, and choice

[wordsnquotes]

“I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.”

— Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

[wealth-collective]

[onluxe]

[books-n-quotes]

“That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.”

— Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants   (via books-n-quotes)

[anditslove]

“I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[gameraboy]

[silencekeepsmealive]

“It’s better to have nobody than someone who is half there, or who doesn’t want to be there.”

— Angelina Jolie (via perrfectly)

[juansendizon]

“To be kind means to be concerned with someone else’s demons as if they were your own.”

— Juansen Dizon

[birdasaurus]

[laurasupnik-blog]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“…the venom that I had to suffer this year.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. January 1960

[sotick]

“It kills me, I care for you so much and I mean nothing to you.”

— (via coral)

[janiesg0tagun]

[quotemadness]

“Do it from the heart or not at all.”

— Jeanette Winterson

[thedarkperidot]

Can parents stop acting like providing a child’s basic needs is something to be earned? So many kids grow up traumatised because they were made to feel guilty about the existence they never asked for