love & rockets,

☮ Rizelle Azzia. 20. Calif☀️rnia. Child Development Major ☮
VI.XI.MMXI. Proud girlfriend to US Navy Hospital Corpsman Jimmy Manikhong ⚓

If you don’t end up smiling while you are kissing someone, you are probably kissing the wrong person.
— I wish I learned this before (via bethanywinget)

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For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via leanarch)

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This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

 Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forevers” (via petrichour)

(via lily-cats)

I wanna feel the way I feel when I’m asleep.
— Giles Corey  (via seulray)

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arthlete:


I’ll file this under ‘Easy To Understand But Hard To Practice Ideas’.

arthlete:

I’ll file this under ‘Easy To Understand But Hard To Practice Ideas’.

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if-it-makes-you-happyyy:

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if-it-makes-you-happyyy:

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I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.
— Christopher Poindexter (via larmoyante)

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It’s funny, when I think about this exact time last year. Things were so different. I never would have thought that things could change so much in only a year. I wonder what next October will be like.