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"I could feel you brushing against me slowly and softly like a branch in the wind. And although I was lying perfectly still, I swear my heart was bound to beat out of my chest. When your body fell perfectly upon me, I swear it could have stopped. My ears drank in the whispering of your words like a child desperate for water as you told me to breathe. And all of a sudden, I could feel my hands forgetting the meaning of self-control. If time is a concept of moving forward, then this is the moment where I needed it to stop, because I don’t think there would be enough years in a lifetime for me to imagine wanting to be anywhere else."

- Connotativewords | jl | Senses (via connotativewords)


You work so hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep; remember you’re trying, you are moving mountains that have plagued you since you were young, and you’re trying so hard.

Keep fighting, fight until you have won. Fight until you have found your way home, until the sun comes back and your heart learns to love the mornings again.


- T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via womanbythesea)

"A heavy downpour. Stand and face the rain, let its iron rays pierce you; drift with the water that wants to sweep you away but yet stand fast, and upright in this way abide the sudden and endless shining of the sun."

- Franz Kafka, Diaries (via whyallcaps)

"I want the part of you that you refuse to give."

- Ellen Hopkins (via sunst0ne)

"She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other."

- Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting (1997)

"You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place."

- Miriam Adeney (via avvfvl)

"I’m never myself…The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real…I’m what I need to be at any moment to stay above the ground but below the radar. The only sentence that begins with ‘I’ that’s true of me is ‘I’m full of shit.’"

- An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (page 150)

"I had a thought for no one’s but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we’d grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon."

- W.B. Yeats, from Adam’s Curse (via violentwavesofemotion)