You promise to stay in touch with people, but it doesn’t work out. It never does. And you forget about what the friendship used to be like, why you liked that person. And I hated it.
Morgan Matson, Since You’ve Been Gone (via books-n-quotes)
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You promise to stay in touch with people, but it doesn’t work out. It never does. And you forget about what the friendship used to be like, why you liked that person. And I hated it.
Morgan Matson, Since You’ve Been Gone (via books-n-quotes)
Listen to your silence and the truth becomes easier to hear.
easier to accept // Hina Syeda @abillionlittlethoughts (via abillionlittlethoughts)
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Rumi (via quotemadness)
“Aphrodite,” I pleaded to the moon drenched night sky “Tell me; if love is meant to heal, then why does it destroy those who choose it?” From somewhere beyond the clouds, I heard the Goddess laugh. And I knew.
Nikita Gill, Night Songs To Aphrodite (via meanwhilepoetry)
Some people come into your life just to teach you how to let go.
Reyna Biddy (via purplebuddhaquotes)
i find myself yearning for a utopia. a place where nobody knows my name and my mistakes are gone. but, how much luck would one need to erase themselves from existence?
n.a (via apollota)
Unwholly created, I flee from the well-meaning hands that would steal my soul from me. They would grind my rough edges to nothingness in the name of perfection. They don't understand– my soul thrives in ragged, unfinished spaces.
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(…) the wall of old corpses. I love them. I love them like history.
Sylvia Plath, from Letter In November in “The Collected Poems Of Sylvia Plath” (via adrasteiax)
You’re not the smartest, you’re not the coolest, you’re not the best looking, but god-dammit you are something.
Stensland, Crash Pad (2017)
There is a difference between the literal truth and the emotional truth.
Mary Gaitskill (via kristensnotebook)
Make your parents proud, your enemies jealous, and yourself happy.
The Weeknd (via syntacked)
Pipe dream, princess, dreaded faded daze. Hooked on you and heroin.
I've just been getting high all day for a few days in a row now
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.
Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via hplyrikz)
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.
Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via hplyrikz)