She’d probably think I was insane if she knew all I wanted to do was hold her hand for the rest of my life. (via ksk1921)

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People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day. A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh (via hqlines)


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The sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. Idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing they are doing in their life. Vasudev (via psych-facts)

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the thing you are most
afraid to write.

write that.

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“He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.” - Martin Luther King Jr. (1/15/1929 – 4/4/1968)

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johnnaglory:

There are two people you’ll meet in your life.  One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest.  The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most.  You will meet these two people; it is a given.  It is the third that you’ll never see coming.  That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book. 

Wow…

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I just want you to know that you’re very special…and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has. Stephen ChboskyThe Perks of Being a Wallflower  (via wordsnquotes)

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Fall in love with the sound of her voice, because that’s the first thing you’ll lose when she’s gone. Unknown (via blackbruise)

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There is a phrase I have heard in English: to leave someone alone with their grief. Urdu has no equivalent phrase. It only understands the concept of gathering around and becoming ‘ghum-khaur’ - grief-eaters - who take in the mourner’s sorrow. Would you like me to be in English or Urdu right now? Kamila Shamsie (Burnt Shadows)

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