When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
― Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via wanduring)

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wifi-on:

the person you text when you are drunk is the only one you’re thinking of when your brain doesn’t work

How terrible it is to love something death can touch.
― (via live-whileyoucan)

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justintimerblake:

you know you have hit your lowest point of being low when you start procrastinating your showers

partism:

I hate it when you really need to talk to a friend about something important because you feel like your world is crashing down on you but they act like you don’t exist until their problems occur.

flurle:

ejacutastic:

i have childhood memories that i am not 100% sure actually happened or if i dreamed them i really do not know

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS TEXT POST ALL MY LIFE

I thought I was okay again. I felt secure & I felt safe & for the first time in a long time, I felt happy. But I was wrong, just like I always am. You destroyed me & you continue to do so every day I wake up & breathe the same oxygen that keeps both of us alive. You will always be what ruined me & you will always ruin me, no matter how many times you say you’re sorry. Goodbye.

Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.
― I wish someone had told me this when I was hurting, y.g.  (via shrewdshrew)

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People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
― Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them” (via missinyouiskillingme)
Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer grows you.
TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)