[feelingsoftheday]

stop forcing shit... if they’re not giving you the same effort & energy, fall back

[mournfulroses]

Adonis, from a poem titled “Unintended Worship,” featured in If Only the Sea Could Sleep

[shawtyimmaparty]

Once we start loving ourselves, people no longer seem good to us unless they are actually good for us.

[erraticreflections]

Note to self

[remanence-of-love]

[deviika]

Imam Al-Ghazali // Tennessee Williams

[myhiddenquerencia]

Look at you, Wiping your own tears With the same hands That long to be held

Ayesha Zahra

[moderndaymystic]

The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you

[strokeofserenity]

Margaret Atwood, “The Blind Assassin.”

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

[i want you to tell me i might never recover]

— Jay Vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Leo Tolstoy

[cyberxbattalion]

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— nipuna (via @nipsyyy)

[thoughtkick]

“I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies”

— Eric Shaw