Everyone Else Isnt You. It Turns Out Thats A Huge Problem For Me.

Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.

Clementine von Radics (via thelovejournals)

Does my love outlive, outgrow, outweigh my sorrow? What is there to do when my love and sorrow are rooted from the same seed— all intertwined and locking themselves in each others’ grasp, no room for separation?

Mars Kneale (via wordsnquotes)

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.

Ishmael Beah, A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier (via the-book-diaries)

Umm... want!

I will only let you touch me, if your hands are so full of intention, that every brush of your palms feels like you’re writing a novel on my skin.

Azra T., “Braille”  (via thelovejournals)

“So you say you love them, but do you? Have you seen their truth? Have you seen them weak? All the layers stripped away and sheer primitive emotion? Have you seen them angry? Have you seen them cry? Love, real love, only happens when you see someone at the very worst of themselves, and still find your heart full with softness and warmth for them. Before you confess the wholeness of your love for someone, see them without the mask we all wear for the world everyday, the mask that says, “I’m fine” when it means “I’m broken”.”

— Nikita Gill