He held her hand and she gave him such a look that he whispered her name aloud.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Diamond As Big As The Ritz (via kvtes)

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My family is from Nigeria, and my full name is Uzoamaka, which means “The road is good.” Quick lesson: My tribe is Igbo, and you name your kid something that tells your history and hopefully predicts your future. So anyway, in grade school, because my last name started with an A, I was the first in roll call, and nobody ever knew how to pronounce it. So I went home and asked my mother if I could be called Zoe. I remember she was cooking, and in her Nigerian accent she said, “Why?” I said, “Nobody can pronounce it.” Without missing a beat, she said, “If they can learn to say Tchaikovsky and Michelangelo and Dostoyevsky, they can learn to say Uzoamaka.” 

Bella Naija, 2014 (x)

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You are, at once, both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

Franz Kafka (via orobolicious)

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When he decides he doesn’t love you anymore,
here is what you do: Move on quietly. Love yourself

© 2014 Karese Burrows   (via cultivate-solitude)

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I struggle with wanting you all the time, so please don’t mistake my silence for indifference. It’s just I have to hold myself back because I feel too much. Too often. Too wildly out of my control.

Tina Tran, My words don’t say much at all (via oceaniceyes)

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I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.

Jane Austen (via legs-sadovsky)

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People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.

Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them”  (via yoursly)

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You only missed my voice
when nobody else called you.

Y.Z, A ten word story on being a second choice (via bl-ossomed)

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