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“So why don’t you talk to each other anymore?” …. “Because,” he paused giving a soft smile. “Strangers can not start a conversation with I’ve missed you even if it’s all there is to say.”
kfroy (via wnq-writers)
I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via wordsnquotes)
i have this fear that one day i won’t be able to make you smile like i do now and that someday you’ll tell me it was great in the beginning but i don’t love you anymore and that will be the tragic end
kenzie lawson (via wordsnquotes)
I will never find love due to two qualities I posses; my mothers paranoia and my fathers tendency to leave. So even if love was trying to catch me, I wouldn’t be able to stay.
xcallmexprincess, I’m trying (via wordsnquotes)
We wake up in a daze, wondering how things changed so fast. We wait, hoping it’ll go back to the way it was. The three hardest words to live with are often: In the meantime. Yet — in the meantime is the whole thing.
J.S. Park via http://jspark3000.tumblr.com/
(via maddyandsummer)
I find comfort in knowing that people who I’ve cut out of my life are left with this version of me that simply doesn’t exist anymore. The memory and image of me that they have isnt who I am, and I’m happy that it’s that way. I’ve changed and grown and they wont ever get the chance to know the better version of myself that I’ve become during their absence.
…even after a crash, a key still fits the ignition. There just isn’t anything left to drive.
Sarah Kay, Something We Don’t Talk About, Part I (via cactuslungs)
i bruise my own heart whenever it is blindly offered to a careless stranger. the injuries do not heal as rapidly anymore.
Noor Shirazie, into the wildfire: battle scars (via noorshirazie)
Rosário House, Porto, Portugal by depA + Margarida Leitão.
I don’t know how many times I said: “I can’t do this anymore”. If somebody heard me say it over and over again in all those years, they would probably react like this: “not again” and roll their eyes. But I can tell you one thing, my friend, it never feels less heavy. Every time this sentence appears in my head, in my mouth, in my heart - every time it feels like my soul is ripping itself apart because she knows it hurts less to die than to be alive.
dewdropheart (via wnq-writers)
say goodbye to the cocoon that once felt comfortable. its limiting walls cannot contain your potential anymore. break through the barrier and welcome the rough edges of a reality that belongs solely to you.
Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)
I felt too much until I couldn’t anymore.
i’m just so tired, Rida Aamina (via wnq-writers)
I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid I haven’t been alive enough.
Mr. Nobody (2009), Dir. Jaco Van Dormael (via wnq-movies)
When I was little, I thought love was about red roses and expensive dinners.. Truth is, love is giving her half your fries when she said she wasn’t hungry. It’s waking up at 4am to her snoring and refraining from shoving her off the bed. It’s talking in accents just for shits, and trying to embarrass one another in public. It’s going on adventures, and making fun of each other. It’s stupid fights and memorable make ups. Love isn’t pretty and romantic.. Love is just stumbling through life with your best friend.
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I wanted her to become my dream but she became my nightmare.
Yusha Rizvi (via wnq-writers)
