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“i’m hiding what i’m feeling, but i’m tired of holding this inside my head.”
— (via coral)
My heart breaks a little more every time I get to thinking.
“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”
— Waitress (via wordsthat-speak)
““The most beautiful words are the ones we’ve locked away in the basement, because they were too terrifying to show anyone””
— biskits-and-tee
when florence welch said “i am done with my graceless heart so tonight i’m gonna cut it out and then restart”
“To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.”
— Ashe Vernon
“Life doesn’t always introduce you to the people you want to meet. Sometimes life puts you in touch with the people you need to meet – to help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you, and to gradually strengthen you into the person you were meant to become.”
— Anonymous Wisdom | @wordsnquotes
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I am very tired of my own brain,
Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Maxime Du Camp c. April 1854 (via violentwavesofemotion)
She’s a very mysterious creature, with an open smile and a closed soul.
Colette, from a letter to Madame Léopold Marchand c. December 1931 (via violentwavesofemotion)
If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you? ..‘No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via wordsnquotes)
I always think of you before I fall asleep. The words you said, the way you looked. The things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. And when I dream, I’ll dream of you. Because it’s about you, it’s always about you.
Unknown (via thelovejournals)
She’s solid, she’s predictable, she’s always there, she makes them feel safe. But lately she’s been wondering: who is there to make her feel safe?
Margaret Atwood, from “Loulou: Or, The Domestic Life of the Language,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
I check my phone constantly hoping I come across your name, hoping that you missed me. Hoping that I’ve been on your mind every single day, as you’ve been on mine.
A.d.c (via 11anothergirl11)
I think the problem is that we depend on our lovers to love us the way we should love ourselves
Av. (via wnq-writers)