"i myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."
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I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything.
Maybe we’re from the same star.

— Emery Allen (via wethinkwedream)

(via anditslove)

The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : “Here is your home country.”

— Nizar Qabbani (via wordsthat-speak)

(via wordsthat-speak)

One must bear in mind the odd angle or slant that the rays of love have to take in order to reach a heart like mine.

— Saul Bellow, Humboldt’s Gift (via creatingaquietmind)

With one burning hand she held his and with the other she kept pushing him away.

— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

godtie:

pro tips about any type of relationships:

  • they take a lot of effort
  • from both sides
  • you guys gotta talk about what your feeling and thinking so the other person can better understand what they should/shouldnt do
  • being there for each other will come along with good communication
  • communication isnt just talking every day
  • communication is talking about what you feel and being open with the other person
  • it doesnt matter if its a romantic, sexual, platonic, queer-platonic, you-name-it relationship. 
  • if you want it to work you gotta practice good communication

(via helioscentrifuge)

It doesn’t serve you to expect someone to love you a certain way, and then be disappointed when they don’t. We all have limitations. You can’t be reduced by what someone else is unable to give.

— With Grace & Guts (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: with-grace-and-guts, via creatingaquietmind)

Is home a place or a feeling?
Because I only just met you,
and I already want to
hang up my life
and stay for a while.

— Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

(via anditslove)

God I want you
in some primal, wild way
animals want each other.
Untamed and full of teeth.
God I want you,
In some chaste, Victorian way.
A glimpse of your ankle
just kills me.

(Source: wisekelp, via thecellofellow)

(Source: puritychalice, via cervicks)

You have broken me
For making me feel this way
When it comes to you

— C (via facelessfaithless)

I wake up each morning wanting more of you. First, it was your lips, then it was your hands, now it is your heart.

Now, it is always your heart.

I missed you every hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I’d catch myself just walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I’d seen something that I wanted to tell you about or because I wanted to hear your voice. And then I’d realize that you weren’t there anymore, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me.

— Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone (via lovequotesrus)

(Source: larmoyante, via lalawanderlustt)