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" I get out of bed, go over to the window, and look at the night sky. And think about time that can never be regained. I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me. "
I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.
written by Dan Howell   (via cinnabeun)

(Source: phanjam, via seoul-intuition)

If you don’t like where you are, move on. You are not a tree.
written by (via ruki-nilduenilun)

(Source: psych-facts, via ruki-nilduenilun)

Missing you comes in waves.

Tonight I’m drowning.

written by Hannah Taylor, “Waves” (via hnnhtylr)

(via -apple)

You are the first morning thought, the last evening sigh, and every goddamn thing in between.
written by Unknown (via infinitaes)

(Source: your-daisyfreshgirl, via coexhale)

Missing someone isn’t about how long it’s been since you have last seen them or the amount of time it has been since you last talked. It’s about that very moment when you are doing something and you wish that they were right there with you.
written by (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

(Source: atomos, via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

Turning you on turns me on.
written by (via walk-you-home)

(Source: cakebals, via walk-you-home)

It’s 2am and I’m lying in bed with nothing but the idea of you and I.
written by Unknown  (via disorder)

(Source: shescreamsadtr, via 4dele)

Sometimes I get flashes of you… your hand on my waist, your breath on my cheek, your lips on my neck. They’re fleeting and unpredictable, like lighting across a calm night sky. But I feel you, and I wonder if in those moments you feel me too.
written by (via liber4corpus)

(via coexhale)


When you’re holding hands with someone and they rub your thumb with their thumb is what I live for

(via dignitea)