Mâine

18, Romania "The devil is real and he isn't a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful because he's a fallen angel and he used to be God's favourite."

[books-n-quotes]

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell (via books-n-quotes)

[leatherwingsinc-deactivated2015]

[scuanias]

“That’s all right,” she says, and I have to wonder how many times she’s said that to the people in her life who screwed her over somehow.

(via scuanias)

[prospects]

[intangiblesuggestion]

i love blurry photographs of people on adventures because someone wanted to record the moment but they were having too much fun to take a good photograph.

[wordsnquotes]

This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

Jodi Picoult, Lone Wolf (via wordsnquotes)

[speranta-din-tine]

[knowing]

[imissmissingyou]

I was just holding on to something that no longer existed, and it was pathetic.

3:07 p.m. (via imissmissingyou)

[books-n-quotes]

I have decided to make a home in my own body. I no longer rent hearts for comfort.

Michelle K., “This is My Thousandth Post” (via books-n-quotes)

[thequotejournals]

A mistake repeated more than once is a decision.

Paulo Coelho (via thequotejournals)

[thelovejournals]

People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that’s not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.

Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care (via thelovejournals)

[coltre]

I love that feeling I get when it’s about to rain and the wind is rising and there’s some sort of peace in that. I swear I can hear the plants whispering

[shareaquote]

She wears darkness like a queen wears her crown. I’ll always find her, whenever because I don’t need a map for the darkness I know so well. I know my way through hell.

novo-atlantis (via wordsnquotes)

[thegoodvybe]

[remanence-of-love]

I haven’t looked back since.

[wnq-writers]

I’ve seen beauty everywhere I look. under bridges, in my mother’s laugh, in garbage, in art, and in my own work. sometimes, I dedicate hours to finding it. but now that you sleep next to me every night, I don’t have to look as hard.

S.D., and you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen (via wnq-writers)