I wanted words but...

Mar. Maki. 24. Athens.

[suspend]

I feel greedy and possessive cause all I can think about is calling you mine.

-3 am thoughts (via suspend)

[wordsnquotes]

When days are dark darling, remember, my love for you won’t go away…

David Ramirez, “Fires“ American Soil

[humorduke]

[realid]

[wordsnquotes]

I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible.

Tomaz Salamun (via wordsnquotes)

[reallove85]

[invdious]

[purplebuddhaproject]

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart.

e.e. cummings (via purplebuddhaproject)

[confessionsoftheaverageoutcast]

[thelovejournals]

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Flappers and Philosophers”  (via oceans)

[goaldiggerbaby]

[wnq-anonymous]

When you can’t look on the bright side, I’ll be sitting next to you in the dark.

Anonymous (via wordsnquotes)

[andrewbreitel]

[corinarose]

scenes of Old Havana

Habana Vieja, Ciudad de la Habana, Cuba

[wordsnquotes]

There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands. It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and color, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror? The touch of another person’s hands. Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else’s hand can ease pain and make things better. That’s power. That’s power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.

Jim Butcher, Skin Game (via wordsnquotes)

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