And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her. —J. R. R. Tolkien (via dear-abigail)
Novels aren’t just happy escapes; they are slivers of people’s souls, nailed to the pages, dripping ink from veins of wood pulp. Reading the right one at the right time can make all the difference. —Brandon Sanderson (via chuckhansen)
And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in. —Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
(via mashamorevna)
It’s not healthy to focus all your energy on something or someone who’s not in any way, shape, or form beneficial to your necessities. —Zodiaccity; To Do List (via zodiaccity)
I want a trouble-maker for a lover, blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, who burns like fire on the rushing sea. —Rumi (via mashamorevna)
Your flaws are perfect for the heart that is meant to love you. —Unknown (via avictoriousfeast)
Every heart is an endless universe. —Anonymous
You have
galaxies inside your head.
Stop letting people
tell you
you cannot shine. —“For all those self doubters, take note” - e.m.f.p (via cudah)
My body wasn’t made to be loved on occasion.
it was made to be loved every night, with warm hands.
Everyday, with dedication, like the suns dedication to the earth. —KeyWrites (via chatoyancies)
