this surrender isn't weakness, it's called love .



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hi, I'm Jonna,

I believe that love isn't a matter of weakness.
When you love, you surrender.
But surrender does not indicate that you are weak. Surrender to love is the bravest thing a person can do.
It takes courage to surrender.
It takes courage to love.

I love words. Poems. Writings. Books. They give me a sense of reality, and a way of escaping it.

I live in Amsterdam and love it with all my being. This is my home, my sanctuary, my place.

Whenever you feel like talking ;message me. I don't have a whole lot of experience in life considering i've only been on this planet for 19 years, but however I'd love to try and help with whatever.






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03:41 pm, reblogged from homesick by thissurrenderisntweakness333,533 notes


I can’t promise it’ll get better. I can’t promise it’ll be fine. But please oh please believe me, it’ll be worth it. It will hurt, and it will smash you to the ground, again and again. But it will all be worth it. Please don’t leave. Life will be good again.

03:26 pm, by thissurrenderisntweakness

The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.
Mark Twain  (via gorehoundwench)

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10:01 am, reblogged from Travesty by thissurrenderisntweakness26,391 notes

08:43 am, reblogged from Fools on parade. by thissurrenderisntweakness7 notes

03:37 pm, reblogged from the lost girl. by thissurrenderisntweakness7,111 notes

Done. It is ridiculous to be this devastated over a goddamned boy. And after all these fucking years might I add. It’s been enough. There are more important things to feel shit about. More important things to focus on than this boy who let me fall, harder than I could have ever imagined a friend would do. I will not fall. I will forget.

03:28 pm, by thissurrenderisntweakness

Beer and tears.

03:23 pm, by thissurrenderisntweakness

Just try to get this out. all out. everything out. You out.

03:20 pm, by thissurrenderisntweakness

I <3 U

<3<3<3<3<3 so glad you’re backkkk

11:20 am, question from amorandpsyche, answered by thissurrenderisntweakness




In the Woods, 1880Pierre-Auguste Renoir

In the Woods, 1880
Pierre-Auguste Renoir

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01:57 pm, reblogged from Let me make you say my name. by thissurrenderisntweakness259,859 notes



thepriceoflove:

Love Bon Iver

So beautiful.

thepriceoflove:

Love Bon Iver

So beautiful.

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01:50 pm, reblogged from Let me make you say my name. by thissurrenderisntweakness1,483 notes

01:12 pm, reblogged from two lovers entwined by thissurrenderisntweakness43,200 notes

This Boy

I want to hate you I want to be mad. I want you. I want you out of my head.

06:22 am, by thissurrenderisntweakness