I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.
- Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via feellng)

(via leopardnoir)

I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘Hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘Hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘Hi I really miss you and I think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate. Why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble.
- Unknown (via bl-ossomed)

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buttlid:

wanna make a secret handshake it involves us touching our mouths together for three hours

(via de4thlyshallow)

She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

- (via phaibooty)

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Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.
- Stephen King, The Body 1982  (via ahmoses)

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