May 2013
empresswuofthetangclan:
To know you like your tongue knows the back of your teeth. That’s all I want.
I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I...
– Thought Catalog (via collect-n-win-consciousness)
illicitwrds:
“You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever…. connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.”
I no longer know if I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.
– Grantaire, Book V (via incorrectlesmisquotes)
My memories make me vomit.
– Alice Liddell. (via 5ft1)
Mamihlapinatapai
5ft1:
“A look shared by two people, each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.”
The World’s Most succinct Word
I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.
– Warsan Shire (via 5ft1)
I keep thinking you already know. I keep thinking I’ve sent you letters that...
– Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via look-to-the-trees)
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i cry on my birthday every single year
Why did everything always change when all you wanted, all you had ever humbly...
– Richard Yates (via negativeoffice)
Scars are just memories on skin.
– 6-Word Story #99 (via writingsforwinter)
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writingsforwinter:
“They hang around, hitting on your friends or else you never hear from them again. They call when they’re drunk, or finally get sober, they’re passing through town and want dinner, they take your hand across the table, kiss you when you come back from the bathroom. They were your loves, your victims, your good dogs or bad boys, and they’re over you now. One writes a book in...
The way you slam your
body into mine reminds
me I’m alive, but monsters
are...
– Richard Siken
Snow and Dirty Rain
(via inmilkwood)
Love lasts about seven years. That’s how long it takes for the cells of the body...
– Françoise Sagan (via dulcetdecember)
one of those stupid love poems where the...
writingsforwinter:
Out of the twenty-four apology texts you’ve sent me
in the last two weeks, the best one said,
I know that you and I have our disagreements
sometimes, but just know that if your heart
were a goldmine, I would spend the rest of my life
panning it for treasure.
The first time we slept together, the high I got
afterwards kept me off Prozac for a month-
you wanna know why?...
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Anonymous asked: If you were a colour, you would be the colour I would choose to paint on my nails. Goodnight!
Sometimes you have to play the villain to save yourself.
– D. Ouija (via thatkindofwoman)
I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.
– Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via fakeville)
Even as I hold you, I am letting you go.
– Alice Walker (via larmoyante)