Will and Stella looking at each other from Five Feet Apart ❤ Part 2/2
“We need that touch from the one we love almost as much as we need air to breathe. But, I never understood the importance of touch. His touch. Until I couldn’t have it. So, if you’re watching this, and you’re able, touch him. Touch her. Life’s too short to waste a second.” - Five feet apart
I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
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- October 2
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You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known- and even that is an understatement.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Letter to Zelda Fitzgerald,” 1939
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After all, soul mates always end up together.
Cecelia Ahern, Where Rainbows End / Love, Rosie
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I think I’ll always be a romantic, you know? Someone could completely rip out my heart and walk away and I’d still be willing to believe in love again. They say hope breeds eternal misery, but really without hope, what else have we got?
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The cure for anything is salt water. Sweat, tears or the ocean.
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I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.
Nikita Gill, Girls Made of Fire
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Your mental health should be a priority.
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A world without music is like a body without a soul
Unknown (via ohteenscanrelate)(Source: ohteenscanrelate, via dephus)
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Don’t say you find beauty in me when we only come together during the night.
xcallmexprincess
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I talk to myself when I miss you. I can’t tell if I’m insane or just a writer.
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