wears heart on sleeve

rock the cowgirl blues, rock too fast for love ♥


Sep 10
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Cry if it will reduce your heartache. Then, wipe your tears. Pick yourself up. Face the world. Life goes on.
— Fazilah Dahman (via thresca)
Sep 02
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Aug 19
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Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up.
— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via thresca)
Aug 16
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Do not think that love in order to be genuine has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired. Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.
— Mother Teresa (via thresca)
Aug 12
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One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.
— Paulo Coelho (via thresca)
Aug 01
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It’s all messy.
The hair. The bed.
The words. The heart.
Life….
— William Leal (via align)

(Source: hyperbolicbliss, via align)

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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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)

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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?