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I think there comes a time when you meet someone and you just want to make them smile for the rest of your life.
Unknown (via psych-facts)
The first mistake I made was loving you more than I loved myself, I put your needs and feelings before mine, and in the end I ended up alone and empty.
(via dis-grace-ful23)
I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.
Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via fridakahlo-art)
Pay attention to the quiet ones, because they’re the ones that pay attention to you when everyone else is gone.
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there are so many different kinds of summer. there are bookstore summers, where you spend your time paging through hundreds of novles, wrapped in the cool, comforting gloom between shelves
there are ocean summers, when your shoulders are chronically sunburned and your hair grows soft from saltwater and every dream you have begins with you turning into a sea siren
there are urban summers, the ones that ring out with basketballs bouncing on cracked courts and taste like popsicles from an ice cream truck, heat trembling up from the concrete and flushing your cheeks to a sharp pink
there are road trip summers, where you meet a girl at a rest stop in the middle of nowhere and she draws you a map of her own, the nights drenched with stars and cicadas, your hands smelling of gasoline
there are falling-in-love-for-the-second-time summers, when you’re different than you were the first time, when you know who you are and what you want, when she does not scatter your thoughts into a giddy swirl but grounds you to earth, making you feel more deeply and more calmly than you ever thought you could
there are lightning summers, the ones that take your breath away; electric with love, thunderous with it
She was the kind of girl who was a chaos of contradictions from one second to the next, for her mind was never free. Sometimes bright like the sun, sometimes calm like the moon, sometimes stormy like the ocean, and sometimes all three.
A Girl of Contradictions | Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)
but i look at you. i look at you, and god, constellations are bursting, fires are dying, silence is deafening, the whole damn world is terrifying - - - — — and im falling, god, i’m falling, i’m falling in love with you.
She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.
J.K. Rowling (via goodreadss)
orange is such an underrated color: it’s watching sunsets and sunrises from your car with your best friend. it’s tangy, sweet fruit like tangerines, peaches, and melon. it’s friends sitting around a campfire under the stars, roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories. it’s warm pumpkin pie and spending time with family at thanksgiving and fall leaves that dance across the street when a cool wind blows. it’s marigolds and lilies that bloom during the spring. it’s warm and fun and loving, exuding energy and ambition with every shade.
You can never explain how painful it is to say goodbye to someone you love.
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