Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
― (via roundtop)

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8:41 pm  •  30 March 2014  •  418,450 notes
I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion.
― Sade Harrison (via blockaleshia)

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6:20 pm  •  30 March 2014  •  90,732 notes

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

― Junot Diaz- This is How you Lose Her (via shadow-writer)
6:17 pm  •  28 January 2014  •  136,053 notes