wears heart on sleeve

rock the cowgirl blues, rock too fast for love ♥


Jul 07
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People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that’s not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.
— Jodi Picoult (via thresca)
Jun 24
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(Source: thresca)

Jun 13
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That old feeling is still in my leaking heart.
William S. Burroughs, ”Last Words: The Final Journals of William S. Burroughs (via hollowstimulation)

(Source: poetrist, via literatuer)

May 27
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She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.
— Starra Neely Blade (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: tomywonder, via holliann)

Apr 21
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The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
— W. Somerset Maugham (via thresca)
Apr 18
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Apr 17
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We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.
— Robert Fulghum, True Love (via thresca)
Apr 15
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you took my blue from the ocean, give me back green greens and goldens, my purples, my blues, you stole them. how long will i be broken?

Mar 28
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aseaofquotes:

Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars
Submitted by bonkersforpotter.

aseaofquotes:

Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

Submitted by bonkersforpotter.

(via skysignal)

Mar 26
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Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
—  David Byrne (via thresca)
Mar 24
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When we love, we have no need to understand what is happening, because everything is happening inside us.
— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via thresca)
Mar 14
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Mature love is union under the condition of preserving one’s integrity, one’s individuality. Love is an active power in man; a power which breaks through the walls which separate man from his fellow men, which unites him with others; love makes him overcome the sense of isolation and separateness, yet it permits him to be himself, to retain his integrity. In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.
Mar 13
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Only the defeated know love. Because it is in the realm of love that we fight our first battles - and generally lose. I am here to tell you that there are people who have never been defeated. They are the ones who never fought.
— Paulo Coelho (via thresca)
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The longest distance
is between two people
who loved each other once.
— (via align)

(Source: maza-dohta, via align)