❝ Do you realize how important it is to be independent? To be able to take care of yourself? To not rely on someone else for your most basic needs? And to not get so damn attached to stuff that you’d rather demean yourself than live without it?
Alyson Noel (via splitterherzen)

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❝ There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands. It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and color, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror? The touch of another person’s hands. Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else’s hand can ease pain and make things better. That’s power. That’s power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.
Jim Butcher, Skin Game (via splitterherzen)

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❝ Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.
Emery Allen (via splitterherzen)

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❝ You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you.
i read this 12 times  (via bodv)

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❝ I’m going to make everything around me beautiful - that will be my life.
Elsie de Wolfe (via reduvia)

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something so beautiful

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❝ Tell me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I learn.
Benjamin Franklin (via allthingssoulful)

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Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire
❝ …how I
still, sometimes,
crave understanding.


Sometimes I look at people and make myself try and feel them as more than just a random person walking by. I imagine how deeply they’ve fallen in love, or how much heartbreak they’ve all been through.
Her (2013)

still need to see this