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“It is June. I am tired of being brave.”

-Anne Sexton

"The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides."

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Is it selfish for me to want to be a reoccurring character in your dreams a permanent visitor to your subconscious?

Kristen Costello

‘‘I love you’’ means..

that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else.

that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times.

loving you even when you’re in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do.

loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with.

that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine.

that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go.

thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.

W a l l f l o w e r  🌿

“Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall; do they know I'm present, am I here at all?”

- Lang Leav

(Instagram)

"I think by the end of the day, 

one of the things most people want to know,

is that they're not forgotten.

That the invisible are visible to someone,

but more so, that they're not forgotten by 

the someones they've not forgotten about. 

So many of us wade through our days-

feeling unnoticed and hardly noticing ourselves. 

Where we force ordinariness into feeling null and alone. 

Where we shy away from the cloaked truth...

that it's not just love that we want,

or just a place where we belong,

but that we want to be remembered...and not erased..."

-B.Elae

@black-b-hive

Real love doesn’t meet you at your best. It meets you in your mess.

J.S. Park

In your eyes, there’s a light, a terrible, all-consuming light, and there’s no mercy to give now. (Divine, they chant; it’s not a lie.) From your lips, molten gold; from your veins, sharp salvation. You are a fountain of holiness, spilling and spilling and spilling. “Who are you to make a God kneel?” they ask, fear and awe in their eyes. You smirk, your mouth a knife, “messiah” and this is your altar. (And what a spectacular doom too.)

GOD HAS NOTHING WITH YOU

She didn’t quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon ,but it must be a strong one ,if they used a word like that to describe the insane.

~Paulo Choelho

Upon the hill i wait

Springs warm winds to bring me alive

To have that free feeling