What becomes of words when they never find the eyes they were looking for?
I could kill you, sure...
...but I could only make you cry with these words.
I will promise you
that every day of your life
will be filled with love.
Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone.
(Source: aseaofquotes, via hop3lessr0manticc)
No, you can’t deny women their basic rights and pretend it’s about your ‘religious freedom.’ If you don’t like birth control, don’t use it. Religious freedom doesn’t mean you can force others to live by your own beliefs.
(via sp0radic)
I’ve tried so many times to think of a new way to say it— and it’s still I love you— love you— love you.
(Source: effinglioness, via brutalite)
I was fighting a small fight of my own which wasn’t leading
anywhere—but like a man with a bent spoon trying to dig through a
cement wall I knew that a small fight was better than quitting: it
kept
the heart alive.
(Source: henrycharlesbukowski, via absea)
I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
(Source: larmoyante, via loveyourchaos)
To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.
(via peep-toe-shoes)
O amor tem o grande inconveniente de não guardar a discrição necessária para que os estranhos não percebam.
Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.
23/04/2012
(Source: adamonroe, via thatprettyoddfeminist)
Fall in love. If you don’t love, it’s all dead! Fall in love and everything will come to life. Squander your joy, dissipate your cheerfulness, be sad and silent with enthusiasm, hurl your happiness into people’s faces.
(Source: misswallflower, via englishpearl)
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?
(Source: burnedshoes, via iprefereccentric)
