My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
Rumi (via feellng)

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I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes—everywhere. Until it’s every breath I breathe. I’m going to go out like a fucking meteor
Audre Lorde (via feniceargento)

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The pursuit of normality is the ultimate sacrifice of potential.
Faith Jegede (via psych-facts)

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My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. It has always been you.
Sierra Demulder, Love, Forgive Me (via missinyouiskillingme)

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When I first met you, that’s what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought, I’m going to love this person because even the sky looks different.
Margaret Stohl,  ”Beautiful Chaos  (via vfilthy)

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Elizabeth Taylor in Butterfield 8 (Daniel Mann, 1960)

wehadfacesthen:

Elizabeth Taylor in Butterfield 8 (Daniel Mann, 1960)

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There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.
All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands  (via queer-lust)

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