“If I touched you the way I truly wanted to, I think even your bones would remember me after death.”
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“If I touched you the way I truly wanted to, I think even your bones would remember me after death.”
You're the best sort, of the very best flowers — oh shit. I wanna be with you.
I have feelings that I can never articulate very well and it can often be inconvenient, because I wish I knew how to tell you what I'm feeling. If you could just understand how I felt, what it feels like in my body, what my mind is going through, maybe then it would be easier for you to understand me.
”time heals all wounds” WRONG. it merely allows for infection.. it is Too late for me
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
A bore is someone who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.
- Oscar Wilde
“I think if astronauts heard your voice long enough in deep space, they would stop calling Earth home.”
“You are not easy to love. You are intense, complicated, frightening sometimes. Unfortunately for me, that only makes me love you more.”
“It’s sad to fall asleep. It separates people. Even when you’re sleeping together, you’re all alone.”
— Breathless, Jean Luc Godard
L. V., excerpts from the afterword
Ada Limón, from a poem titled "Late Summer After a Panick Attack", featured in The Carrying: Poems
Anaïs Nin, Linotte: The Early Diary of Anais Nin 1914-1920
“Nothing changed around me. I just started seeing clearly once you were gone.”
whatever you do on summer nights do not think about how everything is fleeting