Inspirational Quotes

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[thinkandtalk]

Anyone can want you, but the love hits different when someone actually values you.

[melloncolliegalaxies]

growing up feels like missing aspects of ages you left behind 

on playgrounds with bruised knees and scratches,

in front of TV screens that felt like windows to real worlds,

beneath Christmas trees clutching gifts that Santa left,

looking up to people in both height and expression,

reading comic books about heroes while vowing once you're older, you'll save the world too

because even as a child you know there's good things to uphold and bad things to vanquish.

but growing older is walking past playgrounds 

and watching movies without expectations

and setting up Christmas trees because you've become Santa

and craning your neck less but understanding people more 

and still wanting to save the world, but you take on days one at a time instead.

- "growing older"

[oldwinesoul]

“But you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth filled with words that have died on my lips.”

— Emily Palermo, I Don't Want To Be Quiet Anymore

[perfectquote]

“There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive.”

— Juansen Dizon

[mansayschill]

Remember me, when you look up at the sky and find the moon gazing right back

Miss me, when the moon doesn't show up on new moon or cloudy nights

When you don't find the time to go out and seek, know in your heart that I'll always be

You can forget me the entire day, but promise me your nights, you crawling back to me

Moon and me, nights and you/M.S.

[sunraksha]

To be sane is a thing,my foolish heart would never permit

[namitha]

"I slept as never before, a stone

on the riverbed, nothing

between me and the white fire of the stars

but my thoughts, and they floated

light as moths among the branches

of the perfect trees."

🌿Mary Oliver, Sleeping in the Forest

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[scrambeldwords]

I would find a way to time travel, so I can go back and see you for the first time. Tell you that I love you, before you do. Touch you more, knowing that our time is running out. My kiss would take your breath away, the way they should have. I would travel back and love you. Properly this time.

[cumuluslife]

Sunrise captures hope in mason jars — moonlight, stardust, and undimmed truths.

M, Cumulus Life, Illuminations (via cumuluslife)

[tessa-yunzeo]

“Love is the person you think about during the sad songs.”

[drarreckyninja]

Dean: Welcome, fellow idiots.

Cas: Hello, Dean.

Dean: No, no, not you. You're not an idiot.

Cas: You underestimate me.

[euesworld]

"Forever with you falls like Autumn's leaves on the kiss of a breeze so sweet that season's change.."

I fall for you year after year as the season's change, my heart is rearranged inside of me to compliment your smile - eUë

[justthegirlwhoshadtoomanychances]

“Listen, I’m yours. That’s it. No expectations. This isn’t an over the top declaration of love or an attempt to work my way into your heart. We’re friends, and I’m grateful for that. This is just a promise that if you ever need me, I would move the earth to be there.”

- Beau Taplin // P l a t o n i c

[goodnightiloveyou]

“Regardless of time, place or even forms. I believe I will be able to find you and love you once more.”

— j. 

[harshey18]

“I’d rather wake up on Sunday with you, than stay up on a Saturday.”

— Meredith Cronin (via wnq-writers)

[johnmarkgreenpoetry-deactivated]

“My story isn’t sweet and harmonious like invented stories. It tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.”

— Hermann Hesse (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

[harshey18]

“There were summers I’d never thought I’d make it here. It’s Thursday night and he’s fixing dinner; pasta simmering on the stove and garlic bread toasting in the oven. We drift in and out of conversation, but leave kisses on each other’s shoulders and write love poems on the bathroom mirror. I am no longer the moon chasing the sun. We rest our bones by each other’s sides. I wake to see the freckles still there on his skin, his eyelashes fluttering under the deep wave of dreams. I no longer fear not finding love, or never knowing enough of it. It’s right here: curled up in our comforter and breathing easy. I think I belong here.”

— Schuyler Peck (via schuylerpeck)