home // they said I am mind over heart yet my name is Heart; how ironic right? maybe that is why my life also is.









mommabec:

astrostonersexgoddess:

acid-bubble-gum:

I honestly don’t care if a girl doesn’t shave her legs.. I mean I’m a guy and most of the time I’m way too lazy to shave my face, I can’t imagine having to shave my legs, you ladies are impressive

These are the types of guys we need

Love

"The important parts exist in the silences between the words."
Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)
"God probably made you and said ‘Yes. She’s what I meant to do.’"
Azra T., 5000letters  (via 5000letters)

ecamazing:

keiapooo:

No internet connection is better than slow fucking internet connection.

Parang love, mas maganda ng straight to the point para minsanang sakit kesa sa paunti unti na parang mercy killing.

September 18, 2014
"I was broken before we met but somehow you managed to break me even more."
I wish I never looked at you   (via blackbruise)
"We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.
Let our scars fall in love."
Galway Kinnell  (via ding-ang-bato)

drizzlelullaby:

It’s three in the morning and I woke up to the soothing sound of the rain’s lullaby being accompanied by the low rumble of the thunder. The world is asleep and darkness surrounds me. I placed my hand on the top of my chest and my heart is not breaking like how I am used to it. My eyes are dry from tears and my mind is not as chaotic as it always is. Tonight, it is peaceful and I am not sleeping with the sadness and pain the way I used to. I can’t believe I’ve spent so many nights burying myself with everything that hurt. I have made myself too comfortable with the presence of pain that when it left, I felt unusual. It’s not that I am craving for it. It’s just that I feel like it just took a break somewhere and it would arrive soon but then it didn’t. I could feel my whole being free from the shackles that used to bind me with misery. I could feel myself being in control to the waves of emotions inside me. It has been going on for a while now and I can’t help but smile as I acknowledge my victory against my monsters.

Anonymous:
His hand quakes when he touches me. Is it possible to plant an earthquake in someone?

5000letters:

It’s possible that you can slide into someone’s skin easy and that’s maybe what loving you feels like. Like tectonic plates rubbing against each other and causing disturbances, because I guess that you’re in him too and the you in him and the you in you are moving together. 

 
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