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Why is it always the woman who has to see past the beast in the man? why does she always have to clean his wounds, even after he has damaged her beyond repair? why is it always the man who is worthy of forgiveness for being a monster? I want to see the beast in the beauty. the half smile, half snarl. the unapologetic anger. I would like to see the man forgive the monster. to see her, blood and all, and love her anyway.

Beauty & the Beast, Caitlyn Siehl

Mad Hatter: Have I gone mad? Alice: I'm afraid so; you're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret - All the best people are.

Lewis Carroll

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No, he loves me he just makes me cry a lot.

Warsan Shire, 34 Excuses for Why We Failed at Love (via beanerika)

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for women who are ‘difficult’ to love, written and performed by Warsan Shire

you are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house says you are blinding him that he could never leave you forget you want anything but you you dizzy him, you are unbearable every woman before or after you is doused in your name you fill his mouth his teeth ache with memory of taste his body just a long shadow seeking yours but you are always too intense frightening in the way you want him unashamed and sacrificial he tells you that no man can live up to the one who lives in your head and you tried to change didn’t you? closed your mouth more tried to be softer prettier less volatile, less awake but even when sleeping you could feel him travelling away from you in his dreams so what did you want to do love split his head open? you can’t make homes out of human beings someone should have already told you that and if he wants to leave then let him leave you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love.

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David & Chloe (Chloe Pridham & David Gandy)

Photographed by Andreas Öhlund, Plaza magazine, October 2008

You're the song I rewind until I know all the words and I feel sick.

Warsan Shire

His heart wasn't as beautiful as his smile.

Warsan Shire

Here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn't understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun