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It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home.
Orange is the New Black (via schnapsgefluester)
I need someone who will sit on a rooftop with me at 2 in the morning and will tell me their favorite songs and their family problems and how they think the earth was made
(via lonely-skys)
Fall in love with someone who tastes like adventure but looks like the calm, beautiful morning after a terrible storm.
Nikita Gill (via quotemadness)
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You can’t just hope for happy endings. You have to believe in them. Then do the work, take the risks.
Nora Roberts, Dark Witch (via wnq-anonymous)
I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via thelovejournals)
Eventually you’ll end up where you need to be, with who you’re meant to be with, and doing what you should be doing.
Unknown (via deeplifequotes)
i hope i never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of my cream make galaxies in my coffee, i hope i never grow up to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things.
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Book of the day: The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood
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