You think I’d know what to do by now, right? I’ve gone through this situation so many fucking times that I should know where to go next. But I don’t. I have no idea. And that’s what love does to you.

-7:08am, I’m blinded (via comehere-letmeholdyou)

(via lovelessanimation)


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You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield very little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch - it’s timeless. It doesn’t care how long you know someone. It doesn’t care if you had a 40 year anniversary if there is no juice in the connection. What the heart cares about is resonance. Resonance that opens it, resonance that enlivens it, resonance that calls it home. And when it finds it, the transformation begins…

- Jeff Brown (via psych-facts)


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morivan:

My dream for the 2016 presidential election is not having to choose which human rights I’m feeling like compromising on.

(via tarzanna)


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I want to come home to you and taste the waiting on your lips. I want the roses in my hand to fall on the floor because of the impact of your embrace. I want my nails etched into the trench of your back as you bury your head into my collarbone, while your lips unintentionally press against my neck. I want to feel the beating of your heart as it brings me to my knees. I want to taste the desire seeping through your skin and hear the distress exhaled of your lungs. I want your sigh of relief and I want you endlessly.
I want every inch of you as you’ve already taken me.

-Connotativewords | jl | You and Me (via connotativewords)

(via lesbiuk)


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Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.

-(107/365)

(Source: little-miss-tragedy, via lesbiuk)


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abreviatinq:

Abbreviating love… Ifb


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tooombz:

Felix Gonzalez-TorresUntitled (Perfect Lovers) 1991. Clocks, paint on wall.
Untitled (Perfect Lovers) consists of two clocks, which start in synchronisation, and slowly, inevitably fall out of time due to the failure of the batteries and the nature of the mechanism. In a moving comment on his personal experiences, the piece refers to Gonzalez-Torres’ HIV positive partner Ross Laycock, and his slow decline and inevitable death due to AIDS. The clocks act as two mechanical heartbeats; representative of two lives destined to fall out of sync, and holds a poignant poetry about personal loss and the temporal nature of life.
“Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been so generous to us…We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space…we are synchronized, now forever. I love you.”

There are some people, I’m kinda glad I’m not close with anymore

-(via gold-kushkloudz)

(via psych0babbl3)


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