I no longer wish to be loved childishly. I want to be loved with the strength and charm of maturity. I don’t want to be smothered by the fear of jealousy and insecurities. I don’t want a relationship based solely upon shutting the world out and locking each other in. I want to be somewhere where I can breathe. Where, even in the midst of a million people with a million heartbeats surrounding me, I can still know the sound or even play the tune, or nod my head to the rhythm of the one I call “home.” I want to call you home.

Unknown (via saltwatertherapy)

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One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?

Steve Maraboli  (via terrible)

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flatsound:

i wanna feel how dogs feel when you let them go in a big field 

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