1 month ago on 23 March 2013 @ 3:30am + 21 notes
via uhhsandy (originally celebie)

I think balloons that float away are some type of beautiful, because once you let go, you’ll never see them again. As if they were the only thing in your hands and you were scared to let go. It’s the same with people because once you let them go, it’s a rare chance they’ll return to you.

2 months ago on 22 March 2013 @ 3:30am + 1,177 notes
via ikilledalaska (originally larmoyante)

kairosclerosis

larmoyante:

n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.

Source:dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com

2 months ago on 21 March 2013 @ 3:30am + 4,427 notes
via ikilledalaska (originally larmoyante)

“

While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you.

Jeanette Winterson (via -warmtea)

Source:larmoyante

2 months ago on 20 March 2013 @ 3:30am + 667,293 notes
via initianova (originally silviamena-deactivated20120717)

# love thisss

initianova:

:’)

Source:vid

2 months ago on 19 March 2013 @ 3:30am + 747 notes
via ikilledalaska (originally larmoyante)

“

I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you’ve ever said to me. If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you. You would say it’s too soon to feel this way. You would ask how I could be so certain. But some things can’t be measured by time. Ask me an hour from now. Ask me a month from now. A year, ten years, a lifetime. The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock, and every toll of every bell that will ever be cast.

Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas (via -warmtea)

Source:larmoyante

2 months ago on 18 March 2013 @ 3:30am + 27,022 notes
via karumakaruma (originally fuckyeahhlove)

# memoria

# submission

Source:fuckyeahhlove

2 months ago on 17 March 2013 @ 3:30am + 384,145 notes
via danmaru (originally timorleste)

You know what’s kind of beautiful?

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

Source:timorleste

2 months ago on 16 March 2013 @ 3:30am + 27,750 notes
via eletheowl (originally lovequotesrus)

Source:lovequotesrus

2 months ago on 15 March 2013 @ 3:30am + 5,044 notes
via eletheowl (originally )

“

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via aestheticised)

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2 months ago on 14 March 2013 @ 3:30am + 2,920 notes
via catharic (originally incisio)

“

I have so much of you in my heart.

John Keats, July 10, 1819 (via sixrevolver)

Source:incisio