I want for my bday!!!!
(via donotcockblock)
(via thingssheloves)
“To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.”
(via foxy-grandma)
(via teenager-with-blog)
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(via leilockheart)
(via chasethe--sun)
“In fairytales, when the mask came off, the handsome prince still loved the girl, no matter what —and that alone would turn her into a princess.”
“Mistakes are like the memories you hide in the attic: old love letters from relationships that tanked, photos of dead relatives, toys from a childhood you miss. Out of sight is out of mind, but somewhere deep inside you know they still exist. And you also know that you’re avoiding them.”
(via thepicoultwisdom)
(via whitepaperquotes)
“Do you want to know what it was really like without her there? I could still feel her in the house. I can now. The reason I won’t go to sleep is because sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I can sense her, if that means anything. Sometimes when I’m alone I think she’s standing behind me, watching me. It’s like she never left. It’s like it always was.” Oh Jane. I lean my cheek against the cool counter. “For fifteen years I kissed her hello and goodbye and I didn’t make anything of it. It was a habit. I didn’t even notice when I was doing it. I couldn’t tell you what her skin feels like, if you asked. I couldn’t even tell you what it’s like to hold her hand.” All of a sudden I’m crying, something I haven’t done since I was a child. “I don’t have any memories of the important things.”
This is the best song!!!
Train - Marry Me (by TrainVEVO)
“Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.”
“Women are like buses, if one leaves another comes along, but ultimately there is only one bus which can take you home.”
(via psychosomatic-caprice)
“Once, during a medical exam, the doctor asked novelist Laurie Colwin what she did for a living.
“I’m a writer,” she replied.
“That’s nice,” the doctor said approvingly. “I’ve been thinking about writing a book myself.”
“That’s nice,” Laurie mimicked him. “And I’ve been thinking about performing brain surgery.”
