We keep this love in a photograph ♡

Finally, he said, “you know I love you right?"  And I said, "yes.” And he said, “and you know that I would never want to hurt you?” And I braced myself because no one ever says that unless they’re about to hurt you.

The people who heal your wounds through actions rather than words. Understand their worth and how wonderful they are for your soul.

To the little boy who dreamed of flying away with Peter Pan, to the little girl who never failed to wish upon a star, I am sorry the world shattered those dreams and carelessly labelled them ‘growing up’ instead of comforting you. Your innocence deserved better.

Your heart is house shaped; some have knocked to enter, some have broken in, but only a few have ever called it home.

All the pieces of you that broke and shattered will become the seeds from which the finest parts of your soul will grow.

If you want to know what it’s like to survive hell and still come out shining brighter than the sun, just look into the eyes of a woman who has survived intense damage and refused to allow it to destroy her softness.

That’s why I like you so much. Your heart isn’t dead.

When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.

It’s a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you’re hurt.

She knows what it’s like to be in love, she just doesn’t know what it’s like to be loved.

他人の心を、それも大事な相手の心を無意味に傷つけるというのはとても嫌なものだった。

He loved poetry. She’d known that from the very beginning. He’d send Pablo Neruda to wake her in the morning, he’d whisper John Keats in the dead of night. He loved the irony of pieces, the tragedy of it all. So when he left her, she began to write. She wrote until her fingers couldn’t hold a pen anymore, she wrote until her heart didn’t feel like it was breaking. He loved poetry. It was ironic, it was tragic. Little did he know, he had always been poetry to her.

If we don’t reach God’s purpose for our lives it’s not because we can’t, it’s because we think we can’t.