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[ifthenightcouldtalk]

Maybe she doesn’t want to be alone but she’s tired of being lied to, used, and thrown aside when she is no longer convenient. Maybe she has suffered one too many heartbreaks from boyfriends or best friends or parents. Maybe she wants to depend on someone but there’s no one left. No one, except herself.

She is her own strength, her own power. (via ifthenightcouldtalk)

[extramadness]

[coffeeandleatherboundbooks]

More than anything, more than fireworks and late nights and starry eyes kisses, I want the warmth of your soul. I want lazy Sundays in bed with you, clean sheets and coffee and that particular smell of golden light streaming through an open window. I want lightning and thunder outside, and you, holding me closely with your skin on mine and your indigo and bronze flecked eyes in front of mine. I want springtime and blossoms and you holding my hand, your golden skin mixed with the cream of mine. I want the kindness and love that flows out of you when you move and laugh and smile. My darling; I want you.

j.f // excerpts of stories I will never write • I can feel your touch as I’m writing this, my love (via coffeeandleatherboundbooks)

[boy-so-pale]

[quotesrific]

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[seasons-of-lov3]

This is what I want my wedding/engagement set to be. It’s so elegant and unique. 💍👰🏼💎✨

[toxxicrosie]

Me when I get engaged to Dylan fucking sexy ass O'Brien!

“I got the ring bitches!” *shows off the engagement ring off*

[fashionbillions]

http://fashionbillions.tumblr.com/ ✨✨✨

[simpl-beautiful]

[heartfeltsuckerpunch]

Yo.

I am not “lucky” to have been adopted.

Can we fucking kill that term please?

[confessions-of-an-adoptee]

#586. I feel like because I was adopted I find it incredibly difficult to love people. There is an emotional barrier preventing me from forming true relationships with anyone, and there is no way I can knock it down without a lot of grief and mourning for my past.

Anonymous (via confessions-of-an-adoptee)

[delightfullydelux]

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Unlovable Undesirable Unwanted These words line the walls of My easily scarred body Framing me with Their jagged claws That tear away at what is left Of a girl left behind On the February road Like trash that had rotted so bad It was a blessing to throw out There are people who say Those words are not true But how can I believe them When my very existence Began with rejection When my first definition of love Is abandonment How can I, a second hand soul Unfit for my own flesh mother Ever be worthy How I can know love if all The things my body remembers Is the violent shaking of A darkness so dark It numbed my heart And I’m here Still in the shadows Pretending my heart knows the Rhythm to life

[confessions-of-an-adoptee]

#564. Adoptees are faced with a feeling of loss and grief that they are not allowed, by society, to actively mourn. With adoption, the child experiences a loss (like divorce or death) of an unknown person, and doesn’t know why. As an adoptee I am aware that family members are lost to me forever, but I am expected to not mourn the loss of this family that I has never known, and I must act grateful for the life I have now, even though internally I’m mourning for my loss.

http://wild-heart-of-shanghai.tumblr.com/ (via confessions-of-an-adoptee)