(Source: etherismyreality, via myyalife)
I want you to miss me. I want you to recognize me in your morning cereal and the voice of your favorite singer. I want you to wonder where I am when your fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re lighting up, when you’re tripping up the uneven step on your basement stairs. I want you to think of me when you look into your teacup and your rearview mirror. I want you.
Camryn Pulaski Day (via modernhepburn)
(Source: grovegrove, via modernhepburn)
His eyes pierce mine and for a moment I feel as if the rest of the world is closed out and it’s just the two of us. The urge to jump into his arms and feel the warmth of them surrounding me is so powerful, I wonder if it’s medically possible to be addicted to another human being.
Simone Elkeles (via lovesolitudes)
(Source: sitbackandream, via faerieglitter)
as if by magic: I am afraid that when we meet, we won’t recognize each other. Perhaps...
I am afraid that when we meet, we won’t recognize each other. Perhaps we’ll give each other vague, polite smiles, and move on with our separate lives. Perhaps we’ll just pass each other by on a crowded street, without giving each other so much as a second glance. Perhaps, not knowing the magnitude…
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(Source: lnbrl)
(Source: thebeautyofislam)
Loneliness is black coffee and late-night television; solitude is herb tea and soft music. Solitude, quality solitude, is an assertion of self-worth, because only in the stillness can we hear the truth of our own unique voices.
Pearl Cleage (via misswallflower)
Crazy/Maybe
Maybe it’s the remnant of this cold.
Maybe it’s the beginning anxiety of a new rotation and work that has already accumulated.
Maybe it’s this backache.
Or maybe it’s the people around me.
Maybe it’s my crazy need histrionic boy-crazy , now man-hater (go figure!) friend?
Maybe it’s my slightly amnesiac, sometimes annoying, also needy with baggage other friend?
Maybe it’s my sister who comes into my room after I had to suffer through my “two friends” recent texts, and starts describing her new fashionable gym clothes and how excited she is for zumba for the millionth time with my feigning interest so believably apparently?
I honestly thought I would lose control and laugh when she started talking about “special” zumba wear.
Maybe I’m being mean.
Maybe I’m being selfish.
Maybe I’m being impatient.
Maybe I’m being ungrateful.
But maybe I’m not.
TwntySvn: OH NO TUMBLR, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
I feel like one of the main focuses on tumblr is love. There are countless quotes and photos themed on all-encompassing, passionate, perfect love. I’ve succumbed to this trend more often than not and it is so easy to get caught up in this whole crazy idealism of love.
My post a while back “I want…
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