She could make an atheist pray.
reblog if you miss someone or are illicitly running a pelican breeding ring out of your aunt’s garage
I don’t love casually.
When I love, it’s fierce.
It’s my soul ripped
wide open and raw.
It’s my whole heart
It’s all I have and
everything I know,
handed over to you,
like a gift.
And I hope you
unwrap it gently.
We accept the love we think we deserve.
—The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. (via itsmicca
There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without defense or reserve.
Not a single one of the cells that compose you knows who you are, or cares