Just know that I love you. I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart.
|—||2:15 am (via nodynarson)|
I am someone who has a cold heart. If I am beside a great grief I throw barriers up so the loss cannot go too deep or too far. There is a wall instantly in place, and it will not fall.
|—||Michael Ondaatje, The Cat’s Table (via larmoyante)|
My past has not defined me, destroyed me, deterred me, or defeated me; it has only strengthened me.
|—||― Steve Maraboli (via raysofthesun)|
People say to you, ‘you’ve changed’, or something like that, well, I hope, for the sake of God that you have changed, because I don’t want to be the same person all my life. I want to be growing, I want to be expanding. I want to be changing. Because animate things change, inanimate things don’t change. Dead things don’t change. And the heart should be alive, it should be changing, it should be moving, it should be growing, its knowledge should be expanding.
|—||Shaykh Hamza Yusuf (via excrutiate)|
If it’s both terrifying and amazing then you should definitely pursue it.
|—||Erada (via ambermozo)|
I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.
im not crying there’s just overpriced college education in my eye
My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions.
I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality.
And it will be the death of me.