“I’m learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.”
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I want you to leave marks on me.
Marks from loving me too hard,
from kissing me too hard,
and holding me too hard.
I want you to leave your handprint.
I want your loving words to hit me hard.
I want to feel your love on my skin.
(via hayla86)
Do that again. Hug me. Just like that. Surprise me. Because the first time I got too excited. Numb. I can’t remember your arms around me. That fraction of a second. Like it was erased from my memory. One of these cruel games my mind likes to play. So I beg of you, do it again. Hug me. Just like that and never let go.
If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.
Hand me a cup of coffee, and kiss me tender on my head. Tell me that you need me, and I will believe you even if it is just another pretty lie of yours.
Lukas W. // Pretty lies (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.
I know there may be universes out there where I made different choices and they led me somewhere else, led me to someone else. And my heart breaks for every single version of me that didn’t end up with you.
Taylor Jenkins Reid, Maybe in Another Life
(via books-n-quotes)
(via books-n-quotes)
“The sound of your voice is equally calming and maddening. It speaks well for your being, but never well enough for your soul. It reminds me of all the things I love, as it reminds me of all the things I never had, the moments that could have happened. I love the sound of your voice. But I hate the words that are never said.”
— Lukas W. // The sound of your voice (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
Wouldn’t it be nice if there’s at least one person who can read your mind or hear your thoughts? I hope there is, at least for me. So that whatever happens to me, someone would know. And I wouldn’t be lost in this oceans of people, even for that one person’s mind.
cynthia go // A dandelion kind of wish (something I’d thought about years ago)
