These scars are my documentation of the mistakes I’ve made in trying to overcome them. I am both the things I’ve done to myself and the things done to me. Along these nerve endings, you will find a history of me.
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i want to sit with you in my arms and just talk for a while
No matter how far you go, be it to the end of the universe, I’ll always be with you— forever close to your heart.
Michael Faudet (via michaelfaudet)
It has made me better, loving you.
Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady (via wordsnquotes)
What I feel for you—it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise.
Katherine Mansfield, The Collected Letters of Kathering Mansfield: Volume Four: 1920-1921 (via flannel)
I love him like the
quiet in the sky:
an unexpected
fullness in a thing
that did not see
itself as capable of
being filled;like the stars on its
back: the slightest
touch bestowed
upon the thing
thought to be
unreachable.
“when the sky speaks back, and you are the same.” by Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)
Don’t get distracted. Life is music and dancing in the kitchen and sweet watermelon in a yellow bowl and a dragonfly on your thigh and a faint sense that you’ve lived once or twice before and that breathing feels like a thing you’ve done for centuries.
Don’t forget these things. Everything else is details.
I don’t want anything like a flickering candle, I have no desire to hide in dancing shadows, I want love like a blazing forest fire.
philosophically-poetic, fires (via wnq-writers)
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