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[enthusiastoflotswritessomestuff]

“Here is the simple truth about people: Love the ones you want to keep.”

— Thomas Iain. I Wrote This For You. (via wordsnquotes)

[blossomfully]

I think I’m going to need strength tonight

[wnq-writers]

I’m sorry i have trust issues, but when you give someone everything and they throw it away, something inside of you breaks

nightthoughtsxo (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

I’m a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84  (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

I am afraid. Of what? Life without having lived, chiefly.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-anonymous]

Loving yourself is remembering that when there was no one to wipe your tears you did it yourself.

Anonymous  (via wnq-anonymous)

[wordsnquotes]

You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.

Maya Angelou  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

Learn all you can from the mistakes of others. You won’t have time to make them all yourself.

Alfred Sheinwold (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

Your body is the house you grew up in. How dare you try to burn it to the ground.

Sierra Demulder (via wordsnquotes)

[fyp-science]

I believe in persevering. If you persevere, success lies ahead of you.

Liu Yang (via fyp-science)

[inkmagician]

she swallows stars one by one to reteach herself how to glow.

BEAUTIFUL TRAGEDY | note to self #8 | paperharbors (via artemiseia)

[ahuntersheart]

tell me how the absence of you can fill a room

V.M. from “Please Do Not Die On Me: A Love Letter” (via 24ribs)

[sarapaulson]

“Our lives stretched out ahead of us, a perpetual sunrise.”

Carol Aird, Carol (2015)

[watchoutforintellect]

The fever trickles and stiffens in my hair. My ribs show. What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.

Sylvia Plath - from The Jailer (via matfogy)

[scribblingwithstardust-deactiva]

I find airports kind of lovely. A place of comings and goings. People from all over the world. Everyone’s walking around a little dusted in wanderlust. Waiting to fly 39,000 feet over a glittering city at midnight. I bet more than half of them are a little in love.

A scribbler // Wanderlust Wanderlove (via scribblingwithstardust)

[theliteraryjournals]

I’ve lived too long with pain. I won’t know who I am without it.

Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game (via theliteraryjournals)

[theliteraryjournals]

There are times when the world is rearranging itself, and at times like that, the right words can change the world.

Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game (via theliteraryjournals)