the universe.

[theoneprecioustome]

by w-help

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[latenightcornerstore]

I found the most delicate boy, who steals looks when the thinks I don’t notice. And, oh, he’s going to ruin me. He really is. I already know it. He watches like he’s afraid to want me and I watch like I’m afraid to be wrong. I am cataloging every look, every sideways glance, every shy smile that has us both looking at our laps. My chest feels heavy. My hands are too warm to keep all to myself and I’m burning up. Like an ancient sun. And I want him. And it’s going to ruin me. I just know it.

mama, I think I figured out how wind makes rubble out of stone, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[deeplifequotes]

I think one of my favorite feelings is laughing with someone and realizing half way through how much you enjoy them and their existence.

Unknown (via deeplifequotes)

[reanuetto]

so after thinking it with the squad(tm), i’ll remake bc the hype for fates is dying and i need a fresh start tbh

[reanuetto]

someone: one day you'll find the right person & fall in love... you won't be alone forever

me: source?

[simonblackquill]

時は、待たない。 すべてを等しく、終わりへと運でゆく。

Time never waits. It delivers all equally to the same end.

[weltenwellen]

I open my mouth. I want to say: I’m breaking, and I need someone to hold me together. But no sound comes out.

Beth Revis, A Million Suns (via hofdingi)

[pcseidon-blog]

You’re not in love. You’re not in love because being in love with him is dangerous and stupid and reckless. You’re not in love because that’s not what you do, or who you are. You’re not in love but, sometimes, he fucking smiles at you just like that and you realize that you don’t see him smiling enough but every time you do it’s like the clouds are parting and making way for the sun and you’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful in your entire life. You’re not in love and you don’t tell him that but, sometimes, it must show anyway because he reaches out for you without thinking twice about the weight of his hand on your arm and without fear that you’ll pull away. You’re not in love. (That never fooled him anyway.)

the book I will never write #7 | m.f. (via pcseidon)

[lungrunner]

#38

[timid]

my neutral expression makes me look like im always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true

[wordsnquotes]

I want to be loved and to be left alone.

David Swanger, “My Mother’s Nudes" (via wordsnquotes)

[shuyuka]

[ladyleonhart]

M e m e n t o  M o r i

[tenwordstories]

I hardly say what I feel.

Six Word Stories #8 (via tenwordstories)

[shirogune]

dear cousin (pleaseeee)

WILL WRITE ABOUT THE FOLLOWING, LEAVE ONE IN MY ASK BOX.

Dear Yuki-san,

I am currently conducting my own investigation of the mystery surrounding your death. Regardless of the numerous calls I’ve made to your high school, they have not provided me enough information to research any known illnesses that would result in such a sudden death. I managed to ask ojiisan to receive permission to access the reports regarding suspicious incidents in your area a couple of months ago, but I’m afraid it’s been of no help, either.

Every lead I chase takes me to a dead end. No matter how many times I read and reread the case files, it makes absolutely little sense. It’s absolutely frustrating—it feels like the answer is right in front of me, waiting for me to notice it. But I can’t let this deter me—no, I will not let this deter me. I refuse to let this case run cold. I will see to it that I find out the truth about what happened to you. 

Makoto-san. I am not giving up on you. That is a promise.

Please watch over me.

Your cousin,Naoto Shirogane

[inkonapagepoetry]

they call her fighter, because she is bloody knuckles and gritted teeth. they call her dreamer, because she is starry eyes and birthday wishes. they call her brave, because she is tear-stained pillows and sunshine smiles. they call her strong, because she is mosaic heart and earth-shattering heartbeat. they call her fierce, because she is scorched palms and wolf howl. they call her beautiful, because she is, oh god, she is.

they call her, for @poppyflowerpoetry (via inkonapagepoetry)

[faerore]

C’est magnifique