we started as strangers… your friend who happens to be a friend of mine, introduced you to me we started as friends then… our friendship have gone through a lot, you became a friend that means more we started as lovers after that… it didn’t went well for the both of us, but it gave us something to ponder on we started as friends AGAIN… this time it was quite...
Flowers open every night across the sky, a breathing peace and sudden flame...– Rumi, from The Essential Rumi, trans. Coleman Barks (via litverve)
To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.– Ernest Hemingway (via letusbeinfinite)
Everybody at one time or another wants to die. It’s not wrong to have those...– School 2013 (via prince-ellison)
a teardrop fell
we started walking together every step we took was of equal footing yet when the walk was starting to go a little far we may still be walking together but you are way ahead of me already as i tried to keep up the pace with you i knew i was being left behind i still tried, but i can’t seem to reach you anymore the more i struggle to keep up the more i can’t seem to walk any...
Our Story. . .(in my imagination)
there’s a story that has been running through my mind i wanted to write it down well, actually…i’ve started it, but only a few sentences is what i have mustered to write the more i think of how the story would go on the more i can’t put it into writing i just realized, that this story in my mind… is the story i have imagined for the both of us, yet i was a...
puckquinn: if you ever leave my door open and i have to get up and close it myself just know that’s me closing the door on our relationship forever
But I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be...– Olivia Wilde (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had,...– Robert Goolrick (via themadinspirationalist)
then suddenly, i can’t seem to breathe…
shaky shaky hands and hard breathing…tsk.tsk why now ): i’m gonna be okay, sooner…i should
The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul...– Keith Miller (via pianoghost, creampuff) (via jelligom) (via liuxings) (via lacrimaevitreus) (via heodang) (via gwisoon)
I don’t even know what I’m writing, I have no idea, I don’t know anything, and...– Poor Folk, Fyodor Dostoevsky (via literarylust)
Simplicity, to me, has always been the essence of good taste.– Cary Grant (via sublimespy)
Books are the compasses and telescopes and sextants and charts which other men...– Jesse Lee Bennett (via bookishruth)
you know those feels when you’re so into something and you just wanna talk about it all the time but everyone else around you would be like. no.
Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.– Rumi (via thelittlesea)
someone saying that they’ve missed you or that they appreciate you or that something reminded them of you basically someone making you feel that they’ve thought of you and that you being around means something to them
beeleebay: “I’m an adult” I whisper as I try not panic while I’m filling in all those forms that I don’t understand.