“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.”—Ralph Waldo Emerson (via misswallflower)
“There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.”—(via rozenneinwonderland, idareyoutoclickthis)
“Failed relationships often leave a nasty scar. And I hate getting hurt. It’s one thing to endure the pain, but the scars will always be there, forever reminding you about that fucked up day when someone has given up on you, or that one person you never thought you’d say goodbye to. I’m not even good at faking I don’t feel anything. But love? Love is addicting. Love is a risk that is always worth taking. So no matter how badly I bruise, I just dust myself off, get up and think, “Maybe I’ll do better next time.”—(via laya)
Okay, so I love biting during making out. It’s one of my favourite things to do. Apparently, my boyfriend’s roommate just asked him if he was robbed last night, because both his lip and neck are bruised and bleeding. I think I may need to be more gentle from now on.