I don’t need to write some long paragraph comparing your eyes to stars, or string together sentences about how your touch makes me shiver. Our love was fucking poetic before I messily scribbled down one word about you. I loved you with every bone in my entire fucking body and if that isn’t poetry, I don’t know what is.
journal entry (H.S)

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One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’
Unknown, Humans of New York (via thenocturnals)

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But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

- Mark Twain

This is honestly my favorite quote. It’s changed how I look at life and religion

(via diplosomia)

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z-o-l-a:

My dad gave our 2 month old English bulldog puppy a taste of strawberry Popsicle today. This is true happiness.