we are the same decaying organic matter

[goomablum-deactivated20181129]

i’ll give you the sun :*:･˙

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[primero-mi-paz]

“si se tiene que quedar en tu vida, se va a quedar porque le nace, no porque le rogaste.”

— mamá. (via mariposa–muerta)

[ouc-h-deactivated20180811]

even the ones you think “nah they’d never do me like that” will do you like that

[dxrissa]

Facts, big lesson.

[daniela-mow]

[wnq-writers]

the strongest ones bleed in silence. have no one applauding their growth. have no one watching their healing process. they bloom in silence.

iambrillyant  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

Find someone who pays attention. Who runs their fingers over your every scar; and asks where each one came from. Find someone who knows how you like your coffee; what song makes you want to roll the windows down and slam on the gas pedal. Find someone who takes in your smallest details; who notices the things you thought no one ever would. And then…when you find them… Be their someone, too.

a paragraph about falling in love, deep3snplottwists  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I want someone who kisses back. Someone who pulls close, not away. I want to feel you feeling me, and enjoying it. I want a lover that loves to love.

wordsbyt  (via wnq-writers)

[un-ser-incomprensible-deactivat]

Amar es una palabra muy fuerte y no la diría si no la sintiera.

Lo leí por ahi (via un-ser-incomprensible)

[quynhs-deactivated20170917]

[wordsnquotes]

We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.

Ernest Hemingway (via wordsnquotes)

[excdus]

[wnq-writers]

When your hands touched my body after so long, It felt as if I walked outside of a dark cave that I’ve lived in my entire life, and felt the warm sun shine down on my skin for the first time.

goryhorror  (via wnq-writers)

[mitten]

[wnq-writers]

you should never have to apologize for the way you need to be loved.

spinningsharks (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I’m gonna need you to love me a little harder sometimes. Most days, I’ll act like I’m just fine. I’ll paint my smile across my face and wear it proudly. I’ll laugh loudly like I’ve never tasted sadness in my life. But other days, I will not be so strong. I will not walk boldly into the room, I will collapse into it. My vision of life will be clouded by darkness, and I will make my walls extra thick in hopes that you don’t notice. Please, notice. And when you do, pull me close. Hold me until we’re both too warm for anything else to matter. Let me breathe you in. Tell me that you love me, don’t stop until I respond, and then tell me again. I know this could be inconvenient for you, and I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a bother, but sometimes I need to be told that I’m worth it.

Maxwell Diawuoh , NaPoWriMo Day 6 - Love (via wnq-writers)

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