I exist in two places. here, and where you are.
Margaret Atwood, “Corpse Song.” (via wordsnquotes)
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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occasionally subtle

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Keni
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@justhappythoughts
I exist in two places. here, and where you are.
Margaret Atwood, “Corpse Song.” (via wordsnquotes)
I owe so much kindness to my own heart.
blueemelancholia (via wordsnquotes)
My heart is so tired.
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via wordsnquotes)
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
Laurell K. Hamilton, A Stroke of Midnight (via wordsnquotes)
If you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her, maybe you should take a look at your hands.
Kaija Sabbah (via wordsnquotes)
It wasn’t that long, and it certainly wasn’t the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.
Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember (via feellng)
Beautiful water colour paintings by Maja Wrońska
Scott Pilgrim’s response was always on point
The safest place that I could ever be is in between your fingers, the space around your arms, the warmth of your chest, the smell of your skin. Oh god, I am seriously starting to miss you.
news flash: bbc finally does something right
Listen up college kiddies that think your drunken escapades don’t matter!
Ooh, and bonus Colin Salmon.
Preach
You might not be my first love but you were the love that made all other loves seem irrelevant.
Thank you for making me realize that trying to water a dead flower isn’t going to bring it back to life.
It’s hard to resist a bad boy who’s a good man.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
You have to stop worrying about finding love again. It will come when it comes. Get comfortable with being alone. It will empower you.
(via schnapsliebe)
and she loved a…boy very, very much– even more than she loved herself.
Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree (via wordsnquotes)