It's been Awhile

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[perfectfeelings]

“Laughter is sunshine, it chases winter from the human face.”

— Victor Hugo

[thoughtkick]

“You come home, make some tea, sit down in your armchair and all around there’s silence. Everyone decides for themselves whether that’s loneliness or freedom.”

— Unknown

[godkissedme]

if you think i’m clingy now you should’ve seen me in past lives when i was a moss on your grave

[anastasiasyah]

“She was made of storms and stillness—blue mornings, quiet nights. She held the entire sky in her chest.”

— She Carried the Sky Inside Her, anastasiasyah

[insanex31]

Insanity is a mad place, isn't it?

It is ~ a palace with no doors, only mirrors. Where the walls breathe and your own reflection asks you to dance

[strange-haze]

“I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.”

— Nikita Gill, Girls Made of Fire (via wordsnquotes)

[thehopefulquotes]

“I can say with great certainty and absolute honesty that I did not know what love was until I knew what love was not.”

— Unknown

[apikaliaa]

“She wasn’t looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword.”

— Atticus

[a7-27-deactivated20220327]

“You speak almost no words, but your heart screams. And somehow I hear it.”

—

[askyea-poesy]

I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled and said it was her most elaborate method of self-harm.

Benedict Smith

[youshouldacceptchaos]

“Forget the heartbreak. If you have never fully loved someone, you have never given yourself a chance to live and see the world for what it can be.”

— Risk your heart for something real - j.b.

[quotemadness]

“Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.”

— Hermann Hesse

[emy-is-not-here]

I wanted to be loved without the feeling like I was begging for it.

[emy-is-not-here]

I feel like a damn bomb, full of long forgotten confessions, waiting to explode in the face of whoever thought I’m cold-hearted.

[midnightfreedom]

"I would write a million pages about you, and then burn it to make the wind feel the smell of love".

~ Anonymous

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

She was much more like fire than light.

— Anaïs Nin, from “Delta Of Venus,” originally published c. August 1977

[hypocrisssy]

How can I blame the wind for the mess it made, when it was me who opened the windows? I invited the storm with my own hands and it scattered my place. I welcome both the chaos and breeze.