Hey loves. 
Here's a new post for you all. 
There's 110 graphics and 55 quotes, and I hope you enjoy every single one of them. 
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( one )
Passion. It lies in all of us; sleeping, waiting. Though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments - the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts, sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we could know some kind of peace, but we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dark. Without passion, we would be truly dead.

( two )
You are a black hole that I verged to close to and now I can’t seem to fight your gravitational pull. You bring me so much darkness, but you are beautiful in such a bizarre and indescribable way. A beauty that can only exist outside of the restraints of time and space; you are filled with blazing electrical currents and I am stuck tumbling through them, suspended in stardust. One moment of feeling such electric and I become conscious that I would rather be trapped in your suspension and darkness than to have never been aware of such a sensation.

( three )
We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it’s like chasing clouds.


( four )
And he asked me what happened to make me that way; I could barely look up into his eyes when his question fully processed in my head. What happened was him. When he left me that cold November night, it’s like the stars couldn’t even shine, even though they were, as a matter of fact they were shining every clear night. And I know it doesn’t make much sense, but he was everything. He kept my lungs inhaling and when he left…They almost stopped. And to be honest I wish they would’ve. But of course, I didn't tell him this.
@bittersweetstoryline


( five )
No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater... The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that's the key. It's like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.

( six )
In your heart, you know what is right and what is wrong. You know what will ultimately move you ahead and what will hold you back. Though you may be very good at rationalizing against it, the truth is evident when you make the effort to look for it. Though others may be skilled at talking you out of it, you know what is best for your life. Go with your heart. Listen to that voice inside you, the one which makes the most sense and which, in retrospect, is almost always right. In a world where deceit too often is just another strategy, develop a habit of seeing the truth with your heart and not just your eyes. No matter who else might want to take credit for it, the fact is that you have succeeded in bringing yourself this far, and you are the person best equipped to move yourself positively into the future. The value of your life experience is not only in your mind, it is embedded in your heart. Look at the world with all the good that is within you, and you will see it with sparkling clarity.


( seven )
I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.


( eight )
"I never meant to hurt you," he murmurs into my hair. I plan to say the same to him, but it comes out all wrong. "I never meant to love you."

( nine )
"You can do better, you deserve so much more." Realistically, you're right. But sometimes when you love, you love the person for who they are despite what they have done wrong to you. That's what love does to you. It's not about who you deserve. It's about who you want, who you need, and who you love.

( ten )
Because I miss you when something really good happens - you're the first one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me - you're the only one who would understand. I miss you when I laugh and cry because you're the only one who could make me laugh harder and cry less. I don't know where we went or why we grew apart, but you should know that I miss you

( eleven )
I didn't like how he never opened up to me, how he was so quiet. How his problems were always solved by a going for a jog. How he always ran away from everything that meant something to him. But, I mean I guess I have to respect that; respect it all. That's what I have to do. I mean, that's part of his personality, part of him. That's who he is and I can't change him. I know that now, I know he's not someone I can define. He's not someone I can alter or make mine. He's someone who was born unique and beautiful. He's a part of this world and just cause he ran away from me, from us, it doesn't mean that everything's over. It just doesn't. I mean, I know underneath it all he still cares. I know by how he acts that this isn't goodbye forever. I know there's more, so I'll let him run. Why? Cause I love him. Cause he's someone that I can respect. He's the someone that holds my heart. Yeah, that's why.

( twelve )
We looked at each other for a minute, not saying anything, but I could feel the air between us shift. It became thick, sultry, and tangible—like when the air changes right before a storm. I could feel its power envelop me as it brushed across my skin. Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew a storm was coming.

( thirteen )
Turns out, hell's not so much a burning, scalding pit of fire and misery. It's much, much worse than that. Hell is when the people you love the most reach into your soul and rip it out of you. And they do it because they can.

( fourteen )
With my fingertips I trace on your bare skin all of the things I'd like to say but cannot speak. You mean everything. There are not quite words enough to tell you all the things that you've become for me.


( fifteen )
Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It’s amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didn’t even pay attention to at the time, a place that you didn’t even know had a particular smell.


( sixteen )
He was there, in my dream, looking just as he had. And he was laughing, head thrown back, mouth open, and teeth even and white, blue eyes crinkled in the corners and the dimples etched into his cheeks.  He stood on a hill, at a slight distance from me, and no matter how I tried to catch up to him, the distance never lessened. I tried to call out to him, but my own voice vanished before it reached his ears.

( seventeen )
I don't think that you understand, like really comprehend this. I'm not over exaggerating, I'm not saying it just to say it, and I sure as hell am not lying. There isn't anyone else who has a chance right now because all I want is you. But I guess when I really think about it, it always comes down to me and you. You have my whole heart. For better or for worse you are the one I have feelings for. And no other person could even measure up.


( eighteen )
"People want to be liked. We all crave attention and affection and we all reject shame. When we get embarrassed we send a thug version of ourselves to the forefront to do our fighting for us. We're at the top of the food chain just under fear. We don't want to be in a relationship to hear the words "I love you", we want to be in a relationship to say the words "I love you". We want to feel needed and exceptional and we hate feeling insignificant. We want to ace a hearing test. We are binary creatures, if we're the plaintiff; we want to win every dollar. If we're the defendant, we want to guard every penny. We want to make more money than last year. We don't want to get cancer or die in our cars and we want the same for our loved ones. We drink so we can be ourselves and not mind it so much. We're desperate to be understood. We want to know someone else has felt it, too. We hate being judged unfairly. We want to make the person we heard wasn't all that into us change their minds and admit they had us wrong. We want sunny skies with a chance of killer tornadoes, just to keep the music sounding good. We take hours upon hours to admit to self-consciousness. We don't know exactly how to please each other. We just want love. In any and every form."
-John Mayer

( nineteen )
Believe me when I say you changed me for the better. From now on I look at love differently. I will no longer throw the word around and I will no longer fall for it so easily. I will be careful with my heart so it doesn't break again, for if it does it may never come back. I thank you for making me realize I have my own two feet I can stand on, and I don't need a man to make me proud of myself. I know you thought I would not take this well and crawl back to you the second I got a chance, but I'm stronger. And this is my new challenge and I will defeat it. Thanks for helping me realize I'm strong on my own.

( twenty )
I realized something. I need you, I trust you, I admire you, and I want you. And you can be wrong a lot of the time, and we can fight and get mad at each other, but nothing, nothing in this world can change the fact that I love you.

( twenty-one )
Your lack of shame comes naturally. I should not be surprised. I should have seen it sooner. You expect me to apologize for things that you've done wrong, while you're inciting others. You own up to nothing, and I wish that I was gone, because you're not going anywhere.


( twenty-two )
This is where I say I've had enough, and no one should ever feel the way that I feel now. A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises, and I don't believe that I'm getting any better. Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring, and I'm thinking awful things, and I'm pretty sure that few would notice. And this apartment is starving for an argument, anything at all to break the silence. Wandering this house like I've never wanted out, and this is about as social as I get now. And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you, 'cause they would never do. I would never do. So don't be a liar, don't say that "everything's working" when everything's broken. And you smile like a saint, but you curse like a sailor. And your eyes say the joke's on me. But I'm not laughing and you're not leaving. And who do I think I am kidding, when I'm the only one locked in this cell.

( twenty-three )
Do you realize what you are to me? What you're always going to be? You are the love of my life; everyone else will always be second best. There will never be another you.
-Roswell

( twenty-four )
The days will always be brighter because he existed. The nights will always be darker because he's gone, and no matter what anybody says about grief and about time healing all wounds, the truth is there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.

( twenty-five )
I meant all the things I said. If you'd believe it's in my soul, I'd say all the words that I know, just to see if it would show. Now I’m trying to let you know that I’m better off on my own.

( twenty-six )
“I’m exactly right for you. It would have been effortless for us - comfortable, easy as breathing," he whispered to me. I could see what he saw and I knew he was right. If the world was the sane place it was supposed to be, he and I would have been together. And we would have been happy. He was my soul mate in that world.

( twenty-seven )
In my opinion, love is by far the hardest word to define. It's worse than hate, it's worse than courage. I do not believe in that fairy-tale romance, nor do I believe in love at first sight. I don't believe that you instantly fall in love with someone the instant you do not meet them, nor do I believe you can be dating someone to be completely infatuated with them. Without love in our lives, our lives would be utter chaos. Love makes you feel like you're four years old at Disney world again, when you believe in the most magical place in the world. When you're in love, you get wrapped up in your own little world and most of the time, you never get out. Love is never perfect, nor easy. Sometimes, you have to work your ass off for it to work, but in the end - it's always worth it.

( twenty-eight )
I am most certainly not all right. But the lie works as I know it will. That’s what living in their world is - a big lie. An illusion where everyone looks the other way and pretends that nothing unpleasant exists at all. 


( twenty-nine )
Sometimes I miss him so deeply it is as if I cannot breathe without feeling an ache lodged in my ribs. Other times I find that I’ve forgotten small things about him - the shape of his mouth or the sound of his laugh. I cannot conjure his memory. When that happens, I’m nearly in a panic to remember. I am afraid that if I cannot hold on to the memories exactly I’ll lose him forever

( thirty )
If you're feeling frightened about what comes next, don't be. Embrace the uncertainty. Allow it to lead you places. Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind. As you create your own path towards happiness, don't waste your time with regret. Spin wildly into your next action. Enjoy the present - each moment as it comes because you'll never get another one quite like it and if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart, where your hope lives. You'll find your way back again.

( thirty-one )
Well, the rain keeps on coming down; it feels like a flood in my head. And that road keeps on calling me, screaming to everything lying ahead. And it's a winding road I've been walking for a long time; I still don't know where it goes. And it's a long way home. I've been searching for a long time. I still have hope I'm going to find my way home.

( thirty-two )
And sometimes when you’re on, you’re really on. And your friends, they sing along. And they love you. But the lows are so extreme that the good seems cheap. And it teases you for weeks in its absence. But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through. You’ll fake it if you have to. And you’ll show up for work with a smile. And you’ll be better, you’ll be smarter. More grown up and a better daughter or son. And a real good friend. And you’ll be awake, you’ll be alert. You’ll be positive though it hurts. And you’ll laugh and embrace all of your friends. And you’ll be a real good listener. You’ll be honest, you’ll be brave. You’ll be handsome and you’ll be beautiful. You’ll be happy. Your ship maybe coming in. You’re weak but not giving in.

( thirty-three )
 “I see a sense of wonder deep inside your eyes as we're sparkling and twirling in the twilight and after three long years, I think that we both need this, so we seal the deal in the parking lot with a kiss. In the day by day collision called the art of growing up, there's an innocence we look for in the stars. To be taken back to younger days, when there was no giving up on the people we held closest to our hearts”

( thirty-four )
"I'm homesick all the time," she said, still not looking at him. "I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again."

( thirty-five )
I sit in my bed, hugging my knees to my chest with my eyes closed tight. “Please,” I beg until my voice is raspy with tears and desperation, till the early dawn casts its unforgiving light on me, till I am left with only what I cannot bring myself to say - that I have lost you, and I am nothing without you. 

( thirty-six )
You haven't missed me for one minute. You have never for one single second in your pathetic life missed me. You might have missed messing with my head and you might have missed the satisfaction you got from demolishing me, but those are my emotions you are messing with.

( thirty-seven )
My heart didn't break into a thousand pieces after he left. But I did realize something. I realized all the things he didn't do. He didn't want to hear my stories. He didn't ask me questions. He didn't smile when I was talking to him. He didn't hurt me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.

( thirty-eight )
Somewhere in my gut, beneath my heart, behind my lungs, entwined with veins, filled tight with blood… is something pure and hot and good. It's something ripe and real and full of super human stuff, having dust. It's like an angel kissed my lips and then held me close and it said this is love.

( thirty-nine )
I'll run my fingers through your hair tonight. There's no one else; I'm sure of this, I need you now. I've made my home in your heart and your mind, and you laid your hands on my chest and you pointed home. I'll give you all of me, I'll make you mine, if you'll take me and you'll make me your first in line.
- Matthew Mayfield, First in Line

( forty )
I don’t know what I should like him to say: I love you. You are beautiful. Never leave me. It seems I hear all of this and yet he says only one word, my name, and I realize I have never heard him say it this way before; as if I am finally understood. 

( forty-one )
Trust me, I’m not lying. I do miss you deep down inside. You told me that I wouldn’t lose you, yet I lost you. You told me you wanted to spend time with me, but I didn’t get my chance to. Somehow I should have expected this to happen, but I didn’t let it bother me. It’s kind of like I wanted it to happen. You said things that no one has ever said to me and you opened my eyes to what surrounds me. You made me realize that I had a lot more than I actually thought and no one has made me feel so loved like you did. You taught me how to love. You taught me to not only love myself, but you taught me how to love others. Whether you believe it or not, I fell in love with you.

( forty-two )
When I see you, the world stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There's nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The world just stops and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you. When you're gone, the world starts again, & I don't like it as much. I can live in it, but I don't like it. I just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love when it stops. It's the best freaking thing I've ever known or ever felt, the best thing, and that is why I stare at you.

( forty-three )
He shrugged off all the words I had been fumbling over for days. He ignored all the tears in my eyes as he said “Just do whatever you want.” But I refused to back down like I had been for months. I looked him in eyes with fire in my words and said, “I will do what I want because I’m sick of doing what you want. I’m not saying ‘It’s okay’ any more because you know what? It’s not okay.”

( forty-four )
It’s said it takes seven years to grow completely new skin cells. To think, this year I will grow into a body you never will have touched.

( forty-five )
So I say a thousand stupid things, and half the time I never mean them. But this time I'm serious. I'm never going to talk to you first. So if I mean anything, anything to you at all,  then you can talk to me. Because I give up

( forty-six )
For the first time, I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.

( forty-seven )
I need some time to recollect these thoughts of mine. You're so kind to stand behind me. Help me face these fears I've built over the years. It's so clear, you're always here. And I'm desperate, oh so desperate to feel alive. You're so kind to offer assistance in my interest. Keep me here; I believe finding faith is what I need to take the chances I must take, before my heart begins to break.

( forty-eight )
You know when I realized I loved him? It was when I realized that anything that ever happened, good or bad, I wanted to tell him about. He was the first person I wanted to know, and I couldn't wait to tell him, and talk to him, and listen to him.

( forty-nine )
Honesty has a funny way of making huge transformations in life. If you can face someone and tell them your honest emotions, you'll strengthen the connection you have with another human - and you'll get a taste of your impressive bravery. This rush of adrenaline is addictive and inspiring. Let go of the false security of white lies and vague comments. Embrace the direct approach; it will give you all of the power you need to get what you want out of life.

( fifty )
When you truly care for someone, you don't look for faults. You don't look for answers. You don't look for mistakes. Instead, you fight the mistakes. You accept the faults and overlook the excuses. The measure of love is when you love without measure. There are rare chances that you will meet the person you love and who loves you in return. So once you have it, don't ever let go. That chance might never come your way again.

( fifty-one )
I love you. I know the other night didn't mean for you what it did for me, but I don't regret it and I haven't stopped thinking about it since it happened. Not because it was great, which it was, but because it was right. It was so right and you may not see that right now, but I do. And if I have to wait until we're both 80 years old for you to see it then I'll wait. I'm not going anywhere. This is it for me. You're it for me. I can't pretend to feel any less for you than I do. I'm sorry, I just can't.
- Gilmore Girls

( fifty-one )
I remember all the late night talks and all the words I was comfortable saying to him, but I never would have been able to say to anyone else. I remember all the songs that take me back and make me smile. I remember all the promises we both knew would be broken. I remember all the moments he took my breath away and how he knew more about me than I thought anyone could. I remember the games we played because we talked so much we couldn’t think of anything to say. I still think about the kind of person I must be to have thrown that all away.

( fifty-two )
I think the words your stop yourself from saying are the ones that haunt you the longest. So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror, say it in a letter you’ll never send or a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of voices saying ‘I could’ve, but it’s too late now.’ There is a time for silence; there is a time for waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it. I don’t think you should wait, I think you should speak now.

( fifty-three )
This thought makes my heart ache. I can’t stop thinking of the last time I saw him, his large, blue eyes filled with some new emotion I couldn’t read, and how it left me feeling strangely empty and wanting.

( fifty-four )
Time would not change what I was feeling - or not feeling. I'd had time, and though the ache from his desertion hadn't disappeared, it was decreasing. My future was blurry, yes, but I was beginning to imagine a future when I would no longer miss him at all.

( fifty-five )
As difficult as it seems, you can be sure of this: at the core of your heart, you have the power to move beyond the old issues that are still hindering your freedom. The hardest things, the ones that push you up against your limits, are the very things you need to address to make a quantum leap into a fresh inner and outer life.