May 2012
{À cœur vaillant rien d’impossible}:... →
chandeliersea:
I like the way we laugh, lights on sleep-eyed. I like the way this is so comfortable. Comfortable like my oldest pair of sweatpants, like that couch we swore was magic, like sleeping in your own bed after being away. Like wet hair, no make-up, brushing my teeth in front of you comfortable. It’s the way moments that should be awkward are just funny instead, the way your arms...
But I believe in true love, you know? I don’t believe that everybody gets to...
– John Green; (The Fault in Our Stars)
Life is the ability to feel so happy, you think your insides are going to...
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At some point, it becomes bearable. It turns into something that you can crawl...
– David Lindsay-Abaire, Rabbit Hole (via brightlightsandpapercuts)
You should know that there is something worse than hate and that is unlove....
– I Wrote This for You: The Salting of the Earth (via snapcracklep0p)
Who knows, maybe the best hasn’t happened yet.
– Tristan Prettyman; Never Say Never (via 52hearts)
{À cœur vaillant rien d’impossible}: in unfolded... →
52hearts:
I’m afraid I will never stop writing you, I’m afraid there will always be words to say, always be words I blanked out on, things I wish I told you at a time when it was right to tell you. But I’ve missed that, and I miss you and I’m afraid I may never stop missing you in as much as I will never stop writing you.
In pen and paper and typewriter keys, in language that hasn’t even been...
Assumptions are the death of a relationship. If you think you know what’s going...
– Tonya Hurley (via -meridien)
There was no use dwelling on the unfixable past when there was so much you could...
– The girl who chased the moon
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable
– Banksy (via lovedyoubeautifully)
Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.
– Thomas Merton (via thoughtsdetained)
Happiness is not a destination. It is a mood, it is not permanent. It comes and...
– Julian, One Tree Hill. (via flywithoutaparachute)
{À cœur vaillant rien d’impossible}: it is hard... →
52hearts:
it is hard not to blame people for things they didn’t intend on doing, especially when it comes to the matters of your heart and having the power to break it. sometimes they aren’t even aware they have that power until it’s too late. sometimes they never asked for the responsibility. but somehow, when they are climbing into your bed in the middle of a summer night and it’s too hot to...
I hate cynicism. For the record, it’s my least favorite quality. It doesn’t lead...
– Conan O’Brien’s ‘Tonight Show’ Farewell Speech (via thoughtsdetained)
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Hating someone, is like clenching your fist.. you need energy to do it. Over...
You want me to be honest? I did love you, I loved you more than anything. I...
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{À cœur vaillant rien d’impossible}: he said, “is... →
52hearts:
he said, “is this all supposed to work or is this going to be all in vain? like when i’m somewhere i don’t want to be and i keep saying to myself i won’t look at the clock, but i always do.”
“i don’t know, but i have to try right?”
we always want time to go backwards or forwards in times of sadness and disaster and for it to only stay still and linger a little longer as you would in...
I am faced with dozens of possibilities, places, ways, cutting off of...
– Sylvia Plath (via runawaytrain)
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It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up...
– Madeleine L’Engle (via amq)
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be...
– Anais Nin (via kari-shma)
Living the focused life is not about trying to feel happy all the time…rather,...
– Winifred Gallagher (via middlenameconfused)
Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in...
– (via abeautifulrevolution)
me eating mcdonalds
before: YEAHHHHH MCDONALDS WOO
during: YEAAAAHHH THIS IS alright
after: what have i done to myself
The only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via beautyisanillusion)