February 2012
“I feel myself dissolving, vanishing into nothingness, for if there is no one in...”
– Cassandra Clare (via girlinlondon)
Kaleidoscope Eyes →
roughhonesty:
This feeling of having someone, wanting to know everything about them, be with them all the time, the beginnings of possible love is new territory to me. I feel like I’ve seen the ocean, or a sunset, or felt the sand, experienced something so beautiful that there are no words in any language to explain for the very first time. You see all you want from another human being in their...
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acquiesce.
when I imagine myself happy,
I am laughing until I cannot breathe, tangled in someone’s words and odd expressions.
I am walking in the dark, not alone, but with someone’s arm around my waist; the night strolls beautiful, no longer threatening.
I am listening to music, dragging a select few into a new playlist that will be someone’s mixtape, or my own mixtape that reminds me...
“And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you,...”
– Cassandra Clare (via quotewhore)
“There are people who are generic. They make generic responses and they expect...”
– C. JoyBell C. (via inspiredbythisfeeling)
“If you were mine, I’d kiss your ankles and neck and the tip of your nose. I’d...”
– Camryn Pulaski Day (via petalis)
anthrodynia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a state of exhaustion with how shitty people can be to each other, typically causing a countervailing sense of affection for all things that are sincere but not judgmental, are unabashedly joyful, or just are.
“Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in...”
– Jeanette Winterson, The Passion (via larmoyante)
“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us...”
– E.E. Cummings (via accidentalism)
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We Are Trees | I Don’t Believe in Love
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“Some of my best memories are walking around my city completely alone, doing...”
– Chelsea Fagan, thoughtcatalog.com
“Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.”
– Oscar Wilde (via wryer)
