Louise Puma- 20- Staten Island, New York

When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.

— Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies  (via lovely—delight)

A gentle reminder that your heart is a
muscle and so should be exercised regularly,
love often and love deeply.

Beau Taplin  (via lovequotesrus)

Instead, pursue the things you love doing, and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes off you.

— Maya Angelou   (via lovequotesrus)

Don’t ever feel bad for making a decision that upsets other people. You are not responsible for their happiness. You are responsible for your happiness.

— Isaiah Henkel (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

They should teach self-love in school.

— 6-Word Story #94 (via writingsforwinter)

Perhaps the bags
underneath our
eyes are the body’s
way of telling us
we carry too much
in our hearts.

Beau Taplin || baggage. (via avvfvl)

He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies, with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the streets to catch a departing train. It wasn’t the kind of love that Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole and iambic pentameter. It was still and deep, like water that you might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface. It was entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world disappeared. It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true.

— Jake Christie, Small Stories (via avvfvl)

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

— Virginia Woolf (via avvfvl)