Soulmates aren’t the ones who make you happiest, no. They’re instead the ones who make you feel the most. Burning edges and scars and stars. Old pains and pangs, captivation and beauty. Strain and shadows and worry and yearning. Sweetness and madness and dreamlike surrender. They hurl you into the abyss. They taste like hope. Victoria Erickson (via warpsex) Friday Jul 7 @ 06:33am with 1,526 notes
Make peace with the chaos inside your chest before reaching to find calm outside of you. (via kushandwizdom) Friday Jul 7 @ 06:29am with 1,987 notes
There is something infantile in the presumption that somebody else has a responsibility to give your life meaning and point… The truly adult view, by contrast, is that our life is as meaningful, as full and as wonderful as we choose to make it. R. Dawkins, The Blind Watchmaker (via words-of-emotion) Friday Jul 7 @ 06:29am with 241 notes
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There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody. Augusten Burroughs  (via 011-2) Thursday Jul 7 @ 01:43am with 106,278 notes
We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it. Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via words-of-emotion) Thursday Jul 7 @ 12:49am with 1,236 notes
Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness. Steve Maraboli (via kushandwizdom) Thursday Jul 7 @ 12:36am with 2,552 notes
I miss how you wanted me. six word story (via awkwarddly) Thursday Jul 7 @ 12:36am with 510,707 notes
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I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart. (via s-u-r-e-f-i-r-e) Tuesday Jul 7 @ 05:33am with 72,951 notes

thiccbitch:

blood orange.. the sky is so pretentious

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I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood. Anaïs Nin  (via dustandthewind) Tuesday Jul 7 @ 03:05am with 16,499 notes
maybe I never mattered to you, but maybe I did. maybe you never loved me, but maybe you did. maybe I was never good enough for you, but maybe I was. I guess I’ll never know now, and maybe that’s good. g0ld3n-lies (via g0ld3n-lies) Tuesday Jul 7 @ 03:04am with 1,097 notes
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