The way a book smells when you thumb through it. The way quiet winter air makes you feel like no one else exists. The smell of the woods after a thunderstorm. That split second before your chair tips back. The feeling right before you cry. The euphoria before the heartbreak. That moment when you wonder if they think of you the way you think of them. These things, I live for. - Katie Humphreys (via 33113)
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In the end there doesn’t have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to. - Robert Brault (via killlakate)
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The unsaid, for me, exerts great power. - Louise Glück (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In fact, others seem to be bothering you, but it is not others, it is your own mind. - Sri Sri Ravi Shankar (via this-shipwreck)
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