I think you know you’ve found someone special when you meet them for the first time, and it feels like you’re just picking up where you left off. You kind of look at them and think ‘Where the hell did you come from? Where the hell have you been?’
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Learning to love yourself is a great accomplishment.
You fear that love will do what it always does turn you into rain
I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your rib cage.
The female doesn't want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : "Here is your home country.
I did not beg him to stay because I was begging God that he would not leave.
The worst form of incompatibility is when both of you are giving but neither of you are receiving.
The moment I start to feel under appreciated I distance myself. I don't care to be anything to anyone who doesn't crave me. I don't want to be anywhere that I'm not missed every time my presence is missing...
If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.
If someday the moon calls you by your name don't be surprised, Because every night I tell her about you.
You are flowers in my stomach. Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs. I only want to be the sun for you.
I wanted to crawl into her chest and kiss everything that she'd thought I'd hate.
Isn't it crazy that even the smallest things could remind you of something or someone. You feel both a mixture of joy and pain, people and things may be temporary but the memories remain.
I wish to live a life that causes my soul to dance inside my body.
We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved.
The world keeps moving without him? Your brain gets it but your heart is astonished.
It’s never too late to change the direction that your life is going in.
You’re twenty-one or twenty-nine and your heart’s been broken somewhere between four and twenty times—fetal-position-on-the-bathroom-floor broken, real-country-music broken—and you don’t know how you can ever be expected to go on like this for fifty more years and change.
Why is hard always an excuse to stop?