Taylor Morgen - The Oboist @theoboist - Tumblr Blog

When you kissed me every galaxy, firework and supernova, exploded within me. And in that moment, I understood the hype. How a kiss can set your soul ablaze. How it can make you forget.

(via leohearts)

for-him-diaries

What’s miserable is that I keep making myself believe that I could be with you, and that you think of me as much as I do with you. But you don’t. Gosh, you so don’t. But my heart refuses to believe that and makes up a love story in my head where you actually love me, like I have always loved you.

P.G.G (via for-him-diaries)

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I don’t remember falling in love with you. I just remember holding your hand and realizing how much it was going to hurt when I would have to let go

J.C (via enjoy-the-life-baby)

thelovejournals

If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via thelovejournals)

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darling, you were made out of galaxies; with nebulae coursing through your blood, and meteors in your eyes. no wonder stars dance around you, and comets call you home.

my sweet oblivion || k.a. (via dvlanobrein)

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Carmel Beach

Have you ever been down to the sea on a drizzly day?

How the rain is misty like a fog that falls in tiny pieces; how the skies and thusly waters become that steely grey; how the breeze makes your bones ache, your hair knotted. And there’s no one around. You stand on a beach, the edge of the world, all alone and wondering if the world threw you off its back then and there, if anyone would notice. It’s oppressively quiet, dangerously loud. You overdose on the salt air and brush the droplets from your forehead. And you know that this rainy day will blur into the others, like the rain blurs into the sea. Like you want to blur into the sands below.

I live for going down to the sea on those drizzly days.

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I like long walks on the beach, directly into the bottom of the ocean

My romantic life (by

Jamie Mortara)

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we spent so much time looking at the ocean that it was only natural that we would fall in love with it; mimic its rhythm with every breath, practice its calmness in our own demeanour. but maybe that’s the problem, those were always the days the water was still, and the waves only gently cleansed the shore. it’s so easy to forget that every calm has its storm, and now there are days i spend counting the seconds between claps of thunder, bracing, sheepishly, for imminent impact. knowing that some days the waves will cleanse, and other days they may very well bring with them piles of bones. that sometimes the waves will be less gentle and more violent, that it will take more than it will fill. that some days, it comes in waves. some days, tsunamis.

nav k (via navk)