I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.

Lisa Kleypas (via kushandwizdom)

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Language does not always have to wear a tie and lace-up shoes. The object of fiction isn’t grammatical correctness but to make the reader welcome and then tell a story; to make them forget, whenever possible, that they are reading a story at all.

Stephen King (via writingquotes)


You are not truly a tragedy until you break a poet’s heart.

Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.

Agatha Christie (via writingquotes)


Ink Drawings of Famous European Cities by Sunga Park

(via emilynstoryweb)

I fell knee-deep into those brown eyes before I had fallen in love with the kindness in your heart. I hope she appreciates the way you kiss compliments into her shoulder blades and write love letters with your smile. I will spend months scrubbing your name off of my brain. Her fingerprints cover you like a crime scene, and all I want is to stare into your eyes.

the boy with the almond eyes | S.B. (via fallinlovewithapoet)

I think people spend too much time staring into screens and not enough time drinking wine, tongue kissing, and dancing under the moon.

Rachel Wolchin (via soulsscrawl)

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Read books. Care about things. Get excited. Try not to be too down on yourself. Enjoy the ever-present game of knowing.

Hank Green  (via barbieandken)

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It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.

Paulo Coelho, Alchemist (via kushandwizdom)

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It’s like when a plane
takes off
and the air pressure
changes too quickly,
and for a while
you can’t hear,
and everything
seems surreal -
so exuberantly serene.

m.v., You asked me how I feel when you’re kissing me.  (via findingwordsforthoughts)