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To Be In Love Is To Not Be Able To Breathe And Yet Feel More Alive Than You Ever Have.
To be in love is to not be able to breathe and yet feel more alive than you ever have.
All The Things I Never Told You (via bookqueeen)
“Love is a luxury." "No. Love is an element." An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.” ― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone
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My thoughts scatter and blow Like leaves in the wind I struggle to hold on to them long enough To write them down Before another comes my way Before they dance away Out of reach It is frustrating because I have so much to say But sometimes I let the thoughts come And I admire their shape Their colour Their uniqueness And let them go Because some leaves are not meant to be held And some thoughts are not meant to be kept And so I let them go And I am at peace
The Intangible Things
why tf does fanart and auto fill google searches spoil every book like i’m just trying to get some visual context here and Y O U R E S P O I L I N G E V E R Y T H I N G more than even tumblr...i just-- *sobs*
being a reader on tumblr and following a bunch of new blogs when you start or finish a new series...and find a new family...and get into a whole new slew of controversy...and solidify your opinions... it's beautiful...
Person A: Are you decent?
Person B: Decent? As in conforming with generally accepted standards of respectable or moral behaviour? Not that I am aware of, why do you ask?
Person A: I mean, are you naked?
Person B: As a person with generally unaccepted standards of respectable and moral behaviour, I invite you to come it and find out.
Every night I wrote about him
And that was the difference
One night I wrote about her.
One night I wrote about her.
One night I wrote about her.
One night I wrote about her.