I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

—Isabella Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights (via sarahfeezy)

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And then we kissed like people starved. Clumsy, unfamiliar, young.

Marya Hornbacher, ”The Center of Winter” (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
She was raw and uncertain, and she liked to keep all the messy parts of herself to herself.

—Ann Brashares (via irishjelly)
Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”

Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

I get drunk with the idea that you’ll actually fall in love with me.

—(via stayy0ungandwild)
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