The Flip Side

A bunch of quotes and excerpts that I liked so I reblogged them.

[backupwords]

“Your eyes are so beautiful.” It took her off guard, because no one had ever complimented her eyes before. People had said she had nice hair, and that her body was hot but it was never her eyes that were nice. “They’re just green.” Because they were. They’d always been green and they’d always be green. And there was nothing special about green, she thought. “You know, only two percent of the whole world have green eyes. And you’re one of them. I think that’s so beautiful.” He pressed, and she looked at him with her eyes narrowed. “No, don’t hide them from me, I want to see them.” “Why?” “Because when I look into your eyes, I see the woods I used to play in when I was a kid, and the tree I fell out of and broke my arm. And much like I used to do in those woods, I get lost every time I look into those big green eyes of yours.” She sat, failing hopelessly to keep the smile off her face as he spoke, and he noticed. And it took his breath away, that he was the reason for that beautiful smile. “Tell me more.” She breathed and he grinned. “I could talk to you all day about how much I love your eyes. How the light reflects off them and I struggle to talk to you because they look like emeralds and I’ve always found you precious, but that just confirms that you are.”

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write.

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

you still have so many years to meet so many people you never knew you could love so much

[flyartproductions]

my ghost still haunt ya

TONYA, BROCKHAMPTON // Room in Brooklyn, Edward Hopper (1932)

[illustratethissong]

The National - About Today

- M.

[2complx-deactivated20161228]

Friends can break your heart too man and that shit hurts like hell

[wordsnquotes]

“Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all …change. It’s all about…freedom.”

— Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children (via wnq-anonymous)

[yourearudemotherfucker]

“I cared a lot once,” she admitted wryly. “And it ruined me. So now I don’t care for much at all. I work in extremes like that.”

— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #152 (via blossomfully)

[love]

[backupwords]

"We're not the same people we once were. There is no place for me in his life anymore but I think I'll always reserve a place for him in my heart if he ever decides to come back. Cause he's the kind of person you wait for, even if they're not worth it."

- Excerpt from a book I'll never write #7

[suspend]

“I regret opening up to some people ; they didn’t deserve to know me like that”

— Gold-kushkloudz (via gold-kushkloudz)

[confirmance]

“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they have forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.”

— (via acknaturallyy)

[wnq-movies]

I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

Uma Thurman (via wnq-movies)

[thelovejournals]

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 (via thelovejournals)

[backupwords]

“Don’t.” He whispered, as you reach for him, his voice was thick and tears were streaming down his face. He bent over and rested his hands on his kneecaps, heaving deep breaths. And all you can do is watch him, there’s nothing you can say that’ll make it okay. “How could you do this to me?” He asks, finally lifting his head and looking you dead in the eyes, a desperate wildness in his gaze and a lump in his throat. “It wasn’t personal. You were collateral damage.” The words tumble out before you can stop yourself and your heart breaks as you see the look on his already broken face. It crumples and he can’t stop his knees from giving out and ends up on the cold sidewalk. “I can’t tell you how much I wanted you to be the one.” You try and fix the situation that you already destroyed but he doesn’t respond, instead his hand reaches up to hold his chest. When he looks at you again the tears are gone, he’s no longer the damaged man from mere seconds ago. Now he’s just a blank stare and tired words. “I hope you get everything you deserve.” You’re silent, trying to figure out which way he means those words but before you get the chance to ask, he’s already gone.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #6

[isaacwrites]

We said no strings attached but now we’re in knots

(via isaacwrites)

[wnq-writers]

Some days I’m Van Gogh’s Starry Night other days I’m his suicide letter.

souu-h  (via wnq-writers)

[moonlyaffairs]

Two years later A girl sits in front of her ex lover. He doesn’t say a word And her heart doesn’t ache for him anymore. Her hair is longer than it’s ever been. She is even more beautiful than the day he left her. And at that moment, He panics. He lost her. And he can never have her back. He can just watch her be beautiful And in love With someone else.

Zienab Hamdan - The day when the tables turn (via moonlyaffairs)