I. Am. Crying.
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@sacredfaithx
I. Am. Crying.
I was never one who rests comfortably in between oppositions. Be honest with me or leave me alone. Give me your all or completely let go. I am too passionate, and feel the fire behind life that heats up my soul to settle for anything half-assed, without ambition.
— Awakened Vibrations (via kushandwizdom)
I’ll tell my daughter about you someday. Someday when she’s laying in my lap with a broken heart crying so hard she can’t breath, I’ll tell her about how when you left I didn’t think I’d ever be whole again or how for months after I laid in your spot on my bed screaming into the pillow or about the time my mother sat on the end of my bed crying because I hadn’t eaten in days and she was worried. I’ll tell her all these things but then I’ll tell her about the day I woke up thinking about something other than you, and about the morning I made waffles and didn’t think about how they were your favorite food, I’ll tell her about the light at the end of the darkness.
(via likeabullot)
So on point
(via in-thislight)
Don’t live your life expecting people to stay in it because if you do, you’ll spend way too much time contemplating what’s wrong with you rather then being independent and understanding that people change, and sometimes they chose to go a separate path. It’s not you, nor is it them.
(via youknow-me-not-my-story)
I am in love with a girl. I am in love with a girl with eyes as dark and sweet as chocolate. I am in love with a girl with a smile that shines brighter than the stars in the night sky. I am in love with a girl who’s voice can calm even the most rigorous tidal waves. I am in love with a girl who’s love comes crashing down on me just like those same tidal waves. But the only difference is that her love never washes away; her love never takes bits and pieces of me away like the waves do the sand. Her love resonates inside of me like a person’s favorite tune will resonate in their minds. Her love is the type of love that has become embedded into me in a way that is similar to the way your bones and organs are embedded into your body. I am in love with a girl who’s in love with me.
September 24 8:20am (via stay-weird-af)
Best writer ever
(via until–next–time)
I will only let you touch me if your hands are so full of intention that every brush of your palms feels like you writing a novel on my skin.
Azra. T (via thatrefinedwoman)
this is still the best story ever told at a talk show
My laundry basket is self-loading.
My day has not been great, and this actually really helped
Dancing On My Own- Calum Scott version
If you ask people why they drink then you haven’t kissed a person who made your legs weak and your arms numb and sent your mind spinning in different directions. Then you’ll do shot for shot until you can get that numbness back into your body. And match the liquor that was once their lips.
Drunk on you (via ccontemporary)
I could start fires with what I feel for you.
(via bl-ossomed)
Blue used to be my favorite color, That’s why the sky memorized me. But then I met you and everything changed. When I woke up the first thing I saw were your brown eyes, Then the earth became the object to look at. Because it reminded me how you made me feel grounded.
My favorite hue was you (via faqoloqy)