[remanence-of-love]

[nicole0996]

"I will be watching for your enemies

To let them know that they contend with me"

-ST

[nicole0996]

the only thing I regret about parts of my past is that I spent more time arguing about immaturity and making myself look dumb than I did finding people who understood maturity to begin with

[nicole0996]

the only thing I regret about my last relationship is that I spent more time arguing about immaturity than I did finding someone who understood maturity to begin with

Anonymous

[nicole0996]

I prayed for you, for us and we both see where we are now...

[nicole0996]

fire- noun// combustion or burning, in which typically gives out bright light, heat, and smoke... branches and wood stacked piece by piece; when built slowly, with care, branch by branch, the fire grows and burns brighter. The smallest piece of wood adding to the glow, the heat, the lasting light. Each branch giving itself away for the fire, devoting itself to the fire. A piece lost is a spark earned. Each moment passes to build the fire. The city starts to take notice. Patience... the climbing action, process to reach the peak of the madness and passion. Unwilling souls spare no second or fleeting moment. Gasoline. Each piece drenched in uncontainable emotion. All aspects of time thrown into the passing wind. Kindling as hearts poured out in a reckless display of sheer refusal to build a strong and lasting foundation. Flame. Nothing spared, not even the split second of ignition. The glow rises above the night, lights the sky, warms each hart, shares with the city its exuberant shine. Quickly. Gone. Patience did not build the fire that awe inspired the city. Blind ambition and sheer intolerance of time did. A warm fire of commitment and time or a burst of emotion with a regret of unseen proportions. Build it how you may.

[nicole0996]

fire- noun// combustion or burning in which typically gives out bright light, heat, and smoke... branches and wood stacked piece by piece; when built slowly, with care, branch by branch, the fire grows and burns brighter. The smallest piece of wood adding to the glow, the heat, the lasting light. Each branch giving itself away for the fire, devoting itself to the fire. A piece lost is a spark earned. Each moment passes to build the fire. The city starts to take notice. Patience... the climbing action; process to reach the peak of the madness and passion. Unwilling souls spare no second or fleeting moment. Gasoline. Each piece drenched in uncontainable emotion. All aspects of time thrown into the passing wind. Kindling as hearts poured out in a reckless display of sheer refusal to build a strong and lasting foundation. Flame. Nothing spared, not even the split second of ignition. The glow rises above the night, lights the sky, warms each hart, shares with the city its exuberant shine. Quickly. Gone. Patience did not build the fire that awe inspired the city. Blind ambition and sheer intolerance of time did. A warm fire of commitment and time or a burst of emotion with a regret of unseen proportions. Build it how you may.

anonymous

[nicole0996]

I love adventures and spontaneous road trips but there is one thing I have come to learn. As we travel in our vehicles on road trips we love the views and the scenery but we can never fully appreciate it. We can never fully appreciate how a girl had her first kiss at that bench in a park on the side of that road. Or how a boy took his new car out to drive for the first time on that road. Or how someone built their first house and started a family at the end of that road. Road trips are nice but there are untold histories that make up every inch of the asphalt and stories to be told of every curb and side-of-the-road attraction. We can only appreciate what isn’t ours but so much. Take time to appreciate the roads that made up your history and never forget your piece of asphalt.

[nicole0996]

I put so much of myself into trying to make other people happy that I think I lose a piece of my happiness every-time they leave... because they always do

- Harper Louise

[nicole0996]

When I fall, I fall hard and I would literally give everything I have to make someone else happy so I've learned to distance myself from mediocre and meaningless relationships. I can't let myself get so close to someone that I know I could never have because I would give them everything and be left completely empty. It would break every part of me. I can’t put my heart in a position where I would lose myself...

Harper Louise

[remanence-of-love]

Some you win, some you learn.

[deeplifequotes]

This is your Sunday evening reminder that you can handle whatever this week throws at you.

Unknown (via deeplifequotes)

[nicole0996]

You said you loved me but you changed your attitude in a matter of seconds. Love is a promise, a commitment, and if it is true, it cannot be turned off in a matter of seconds or an exchange of words. Love is to be fought for, desired and kept alive. Never underestimate it or the power it holds because the day you underestimate it is the day you’ve lost the most important part of your life.

- Harper Louise

[nicole0996]

If you love her, tell her. Show her. Love is too pure to be questioned.

[nicole0996]

Constantly stuck between trying to fit into these small town vibes and learning to make my own waves

- Harper Louise

[nicole0996]

Everyone tells you to do what makes you happy until what you do isn’t the same as what makes them happy.

- Harper Louise

[nicole0996]

But why can’t you understand that you drink to escape but every time you drink you wind up back on his doorstep...

- Harper Louise