when we leave a place. We stay there even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. We travel to ourselves when we go to a place where we have covered a stretch of our life no matter how brief it may have been. But by...
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible. This I did. - T. E. Lawrence
for someone to come along and fix whats wrong. Maybe you have to stop feeling sorry for yourself and realize that no one else has the answer. Sometimes, you have to be your own hero.”
Daily Tumblr Love Quotes
I don't know if you call it a quote. Its one of those things you find in a Bible
He was pierced for our Rebellion,
Crushed for our sins,
He was beaten so we could be whole,
He was whipped so we could be healed,
All of us like sheep have strayed away,
We have left Gods path to...
“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
― Marilyn Monroe
I wanted something of a storm, with raging feelings and hands that can’t keep off each other. I never wanted quite nights talking about our favorite movies. I wanted spontaneous visits and our bodies intertwined. I didn’t want somber apologies. I wanted you to make sure I...
love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny...
''who taught you
value of a woman
is the ratio
of her waist
to her hips
and the circumference
of her buttocks
and the volume
of her lips?
'Greater than' by Della Hicks...
touch you, kiss you, taste you. And then I want you to taste yourself on my mouth.” He kissed her again, hot and strong and long. One hand crept to her clothed breast, kneading it. “I want you hard and hot and deep and fast. And then I want you slow and sweet. I want you to...
her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect—you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and...
thought he was all of the time. I remember one day he looked in the mirror and almost shed a few tears because he was so uncomfortable in his own skin. He was really insecure. This photo was one of the only ones he liked of himself. He told me he liked it because he thought it...