Here’s to all the places we went. And all the places we’ll go. And here’s to me, whispering again and again and again and again: I love you.
written by John Green, An Abundance of Katherines (via fabulousbitch69)

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Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it.
Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens,
that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook
your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
written by Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac  (via fabulousbitch69)

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I’m only quiet because I’m worried that if you push me too far, one day I will open my mouth and I will scream so loudly, it will shatter and break the whole world.
written by I Wrote This For You (via perfect)

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After you learn every story your mother told you about
prom caught hard in the back of her throat.

After your sister finally tells you what happened the night
you didn’t pick up the phone.

After that party your freshman year of college, when you
drank all the vodka and then threw yourself at that boy
who was so not into you.

After the picture frames, the wine glass, and your vows
lay broken on the floor.

After you remember every racist thing you said as a small
town white teenager. After you realize that no amount of
present day enlightenment will make those words unsaid.

After you accept there are things you will never know
about your father or the man you love. After you accept
that each reminds you of the other. After the night they
met and shook guitar-calloused hands, staring each other
down with matching blue eyes.

After he asks you to marry him, and you say “Not yet.”

After you find your underwear in the dark curves of a
stranger’s sheets and leave before sunrise. After you,
sobbing, confess what you’ve done, and he does not
forgive you.

There is shame. There is fear. And there is this dizzying
freedom.

written by The Brief Two Seconds After You Ruin Everything, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

written by All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

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The soul always knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind.
written by Caroline Myss (via expiry)

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babyheroin:

“Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth”

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Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.
written by N’tima   (via olivia-ross)

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