"With freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?" ― Oscar Wilde
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
- roundtop (via wordsalawidder)

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I was just thinking about someone else touching you and now I can’t decide on whether I want to break their hands or my own.
- i just want you all to myself, i’m sorry (via the-psycho-cutie)

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So you plant your own garden and
decorate your own soul, instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.
- Veronica A. Shofstall, “After a While”  (via hefuckin)

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I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
- Kuba Wojewodzki (via atmosthetic)

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I am fucking insane but my intentions are gold and my heart is pure.
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All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
- Edgar Allan Poe (via organicafe)

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