You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realize that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn’t even know they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows what they want.
Not until it’s right in front of them.
written by Anonymous (via suspend)

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“ Hiraeth
(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
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You can’t change the past but you can alter the future.
written by Don’t give up. (via suspend)

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One of the hardest things you will ever have to do my dear is grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.
written by My father’s advice #1 (via northern-proper)

(via overfierce)

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