Picnic.

A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left.

(Source: fragileeternity)

(Source: the-saviours)

Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly…And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands.

(Source: awritersruminations)

The question of love is one that cannot be evaded. Whether or not you claim to be interested in it, from the moment you are alive you are bound to be concerned with love, because love is not just something that happens to you: It is a certain special way of being alive. Love is, in fact, an intensification of life, a completeness, a fullness, a wholeness of life.

(Source: dubstepandecstacy)

I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.

(Source: feral-vice)

Intimate.

(Source: -cream-and-sugar)

Forget everything else: remember only love. Love each and every being. Don’t bring in your likes and dislikes. Don’t make love synonymous with your liking. People almost always do that: they call their liking their love. Then it becomes difficult to love that which you don’t like. But love has nothing to do with liking or disliking, it is a totally different phenomenon.

(Source: nirvikalpa)

(Source: mysoult0take)