[enjoy-the-life-baby]

[sapphiccore]

i love seeing best friends goofing around in public. i love seeing couples laughing together. i love seeing little kids walking hand in hand with their parents. i love seeing dogs running happily back to their owners. i love seeing closeness and positive relationships, and knowing all that love is out there

[hehehe-1212-deactivated20230901]

Don’t spend another year doing the same shit.

[jericosilvers]

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“When people are ready they change. They never do it before then, and sometimes they die before they get around to it. You can’t make them change if they don’t want to, just like when they do want to, you can’t stop them.”

—

[bnmxfld]

“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.”

— Zora Neale Hurston / Their Eyes Were Watching God

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

“I think it’s a real gift to be able to say that what’s in your life is enough. It seems most of us are always wanting more.”

— Elizabeth Berg, Until The Real Thing Comes Along

[8-bitfiction]

[velvetmysoul]

[apeeled]

i love it when things stop bothering you. like two months ago i was totally bitter about so many things and now im like “u know what i don’t even care” & that’s a beautiful feeling

[durbikins]

i pirate movies by reading the synopsis then subconsciously have the movie play out in my dreams when i sleep. untraceable. hollywood can’t stop me.

[8-bitfiction]

[pressingly]

“When thinking about life, remember this: no amount of guilt can change the past, and no amount of anxiety can change the future.”

— This is so important.  (via alunit)

[blossomfully]

I lay awake and thought about the girls he was kissing. I wondered if they looked like me; if they tasted the same. I thought how passion had a taste. Nonchalance too. And love, love had a taste that was hard to describe. It was like being filled to the brim, it was like being ignorant of emptiness and hunger. I lay awake and wondered if he was happy. I thought he must be bursting with it, or maybe he was just like me. Maybe he was trying to fill the space with girls who always left him emptier than before. Maybe he would remember me and regret the way we ended. Or maybe he was in love and I was the only one who couldn’t move on. Maybe I was just projecting my own feelings onto him. I lay awake and wished he would call. I wanted to hear him speak, even if it was just to talk about the weather. You don’t realise how much you can miss a person’s voice until they’ve stopped talking. But he never called, and I was too tired to sleep, so I lay awake and just wondered. I wondered how he was doing.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #223 (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

Aren’t you tired?” I asked. “What of?” she looked up.   “All the endings,” I said. “All of the beginnings and the hoping and the dreaming and the wondering. All of the happiness, and then all of the uncertainty and heartbreak. “Aren’t you tired of the way everything good always ends?

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

My greatest fear is that I am intelligent enough to know what I want but not intelligent enough to achieve it.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

One day you’re going to learn how to feel without feeling it all at once.

(via blossomfully)