“Hannah.”

Sometimes we are only awake during the dream.

[tobehomeatlast]

“I am half child, half ancient.”

— Björk (via lazyyogi)

[conjuringcathexis]

“Every poem is about you. Even the ones about other people, they’re for your eyes only. Everyone else who reads this is just a stranger looking through the window at us. It always comes back to you. It will always come back to you. It’s the way I love you through literature. I gave you a book about journeys before you left, do you remember? And one about home. I filled it with notes, instructions on how to miss me. I was afraid you wouldn’t know how, and you’d give up. Frustrated.”

—

Clementine von Radics, It’s The Way 

(via clementinevonradicspoems)

[conjuringcathexis]

“I was writing about you before I even knew you existed. Now, I look back at all the old poetry and it doesn’t look like anyone else.”

— lonely poet turns sparks into house fires // ashe vernon (via thesocietyofpoets)

[heavyrain-dc]

“Promise me not to hide yourself when you’re in pain, it’s unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone”

— Unknown

[romantic-musings]

episodicDrawing on threadless

[thespilledquotes]

“Be with someone who will take care of you. Not materialistically, but take care of your soul, your well being, your heart.”

— Unknown

[mxxnlightsblog]

It's crazy how trauma makes you push people away when all you want is love.

[yazamayan-yazar]

[nnyksss]

dağ gibiydim kum oldum aynan oldum

[browngirlmiscellaneous-deactiva]

never understood why french was considered the language of love instead of urdu/hindi/arabic/farsi/pashto/bengali/tamil/turkish/etc

[bibbi00]

in my slut era (I want to lace my fingers with yours and make little circles on the back of your hand with my thumb).

[perfectquote]

“I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.”

— Charles Bukowski

[a--z--u--l]

A esta edad uno solo busca a alguien que lo apoye en todo, porque para besos y fotos. Cualquiera puede.

[wedarkacademia]

My quiet angel, my gentle surrender. Do you know what emptiness you’ve killed just by existing?

Y.Z, excerpt from You’re all Honey and None of the Sting

[prelude-to--tragedy-deactivated]

"I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe it will be quite some time before two women can be allowed to marry – and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That, Beatrice, is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way." ― Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

[wonting]

[sickpage]