I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I’m not in the right place.
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I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I’m not in the right place.
Franz Kafka (via mortis-a)
love.
you find them. everything suddenly revolves around them. no explanation, no reason, just them. they’re your source of happiness. your first good morning and your last good night. you feel their laughter around you, feel their smile all over your skin. is this love?
you find them. everything suddenly fills with ‘what if’s. no explanation, no reason, just fucking them. this hurt, this let down. the last angry text you send before the alcohol sends you to sleep. you miss them with every single part of your soul... is this love?
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
Aesop, The Lion and the Mouse (via letsmeetinourdreams)
Somebody who betters you. Somebody who inspires and encourages you in love and in life, who pushes you towards dreams and goals you’d otherwise ignore, who selflessly sacrifices their time to helping you become a more courageous, well rounded and happy human being. That’s sacred. You hold on to a love like that.
Beau Taplin, “Growth “ (via herkindoftea)
I can’t forget you. I remember our last day. Lying together, in each others arms. The way you looked into my eyes. The way your lips tasted. The way you said my name. How it felt being so close to you. I can’t forget.
Leohearts (via x-dying-flower-x)
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Stay is a sensitive word. we wear who stayed and who left in our skin forever.
Nayyirah Waheed (via wordsnquotes)