Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...– Oscar Wilde (via lunaoki)
It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical...– Naguib Mahfouz, Sugar Street (via aufwaerts)
At 7:35 A.M, you lay your tired body on mine before peeling off, like a slow...– Megan Falley, “What the Hour Hand Said to the Minute Hand” (via e-atsleeprepeat)
52hearts: and the thing is, sometimes it’s you, the whole time it’s you who was breaking your own heart, and not him, not them, not anyone but yourself and your own expectations, your own idealism that you could never seem to achieve, never seem to satisfy in a way that would make you happy, in a way that you’ve been wanting, needing to be happy for the longest time. sometimes it’s only you who...
the soliloquy of a lion-hearted girl: To be wild... →
graceyeoh: It is disconcerting to realise the permanent gap between your heart and another’s, when you once believed that if you let down enough walls, stopped building barriers and started crossing bridges, that you would eventually stop feeling the weight of your own breathing in the lonely night. But…
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