Fugacious

You see, I’ve written a million poems, hoping that somehow, maybe some way, you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.
Rudy Francisco  (via 5000letters)

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conflictingheart:

Two’s company, three’s a party.
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We resist the great temptations, but eventually it is the little ones that pull us down. I remember your saying that such a life could never satisfy me and I was ashamed to admit that it could.
The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton (via thechocolatebrigade)
Guil: We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard (via thechocolatebrigade)
conflictingheart:

here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which growshigher than soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
~ e e cummings
sintire:

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Nothing ever happened in the past that can prevent you from being present now, and if the past can’t prevent you from being present now, what power does it have?
Eckhart Tolle (via yogachocolatelove)

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You are the ocean and I’m good at drowning.
Phantogram (via canibis)

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