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Whoever is happy will make others happy.
Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via amargedom)
I stared into your chest last night as if it were a telescope. I saw our future in the distance, an island I will not swim to. I have eaten my own legs. I have cut my own stitches. My love: you cannot fix what wants to be bro- ken.
Sierra DeMulder, from āThe Living Room Needs a New Coat of Paintā (via contramonte)
I told myself if I had nothing the world couldnāt touch me.
Louise Glück, fromĀ āMutable Earthā (via theclassicsreader)
Our pointless conversations mean a lot to me
Uknown (via mjwatson)
Iām afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here.
L.M. Dorsey, She Is Made of Chalk (via thelovejournals)
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You deserve the love you keep trying to give everyone else. You are a rare breed, sparking and gleaming in a world that does not yet understand what it means to love ferociously. You deserve to find someone who does not ask you to lessen your roar, who is in awe of the magnitude by which your passion burns. You deserve to find someone who will only ever want to add to your fire, someone who will use their own matchstick heart to encourage your passion, to magnify your flame. Until then, use the world as your kindling, use experience as your coal. Grow your love like a wildfire, and never back down from its heat; never let them dim its light.
Bianca Sparacino,Ā āYou Deserve The Love You Keep Giving Everyone Elseā (via biancasparacino)
I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and canāt give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.
Gregory David Roberts,Ā Shantaram (via thechocolatebrigade)
How do you go back to being strangers with someone who has seen your soul?
L.R. (via holaitsliza)
āBut I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will. My whole life.ā
Blue Is The Warmest Color (via naturaekos)
I think itās important to realize you can miss something, but not want it back
Paulo Coelho (via itcuddles)
1. Your skin may never be perfect, and thatās okay. 2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want. 3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and youāll talk about them too. It doesnāt mean you donāt love each other. 4. Itās okay to spend money on things that make you happy. 5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when youāre six, it will happen when youāre sixty. Thatās life.
Five things I am trying very hard to accept (via aumoe)
Goneness is a feeling I have all the time.
Sara June Woods, from ādear hairless gale, dear hairless anne,ā ~yr various hairlessnesses~ (via pigmenting)
like the stars, you, my dear, deserve to have your story told.
this is how history books are made | l.w. (via marigvld)
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translation: āIām not searching for my other half because Iām not a half.ā
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they teach you to love hunger; to turn your stomach into an unfilled grave so you will always have enough space to bury things : homelands, war zones, nightmares, black eyes, broken ribs, love letters, fathers.
Scherezade Siobhan, fromĀ āBone TongueāĀ (via aryasnow)
In memory of summer 2013. You taught her as a teacher would, the basics of love. You wrote your equations on her thighs while you whispered love notes into her ears. You taught her that romance was developed in the back of your dingy, beat up Toyota with Kid Cudi turned all the way up. You taught her the taste of alcohol through your bitter lips. You gave her the view from the city bridge, taught her to always associate it with the memory of you. The one good memory of you. Because a year later, I know that what we had wasnāt love. It was a lusty passion, something we both denied ourselves for too long. And I know that hiding me away in your dingy little car every few nights was just your getaway, I wasnāt real to you. And thatās okay. Because with you as my teacher, I learned. I learned quite a bit about strength, I learned that I wanted more, and I learned to say goodbye. So hereās me, giving you exactly what you taught me. Goodbye.
The Student. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)