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[derangedrhythms]

He teases me. He bites my ears and kisses me, and I like his fierceness […] I am aware of his desire. I like his mouth and the knowing force of his arms…

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (via killingthespring)

[victoriajoan]

You return when you feel like it, like rain. And like rain you are tender.

Linda Gregg, from “Kept Burning and Distant” (via victoriajoan)

[johnmarkgreenpoetry-deactivated]

Just finished this one.  Hope you like it.

Her Vice - John Mark Green

[wordsnquotes]

Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.

Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe (via wordsnquotes)

[graciouswords-deactivated201710]

And when she kneels before you, more satin skin than silk and lace. Head cocked like a firing pin, with eyes as soft as a fresh bed of snow. Her stance may be one of submission, but she knows how to get exactly what she wants. And your resistance, will play right into her hands. Now tell me, who is the submissive?

(via graciouswords)

[relatable-memes]

[sad-idol]

I broke my own heart loving you.

(via vanillabow)

[wordsnquotes]

I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.

Roger Zelazny, The Courts of Chaos (via wordsnquotes)

[caffeinebreak-blog]

"""There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go."""

Jack Kerouac, On The Road  (via thatkindofwoman) You’ll never know how hard it was, after all...it was You I had to say goodbye to.

[drakontomalloi]

I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.

Leonardo da Vinci  (via drakontomalloi)

[rumiswisdom]

I choose to love you in silence… For in silence I find no rejection, I choose to love you in loneliness… For in loneliness no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance… For distance will shield me from pain, I choose to kiss you in the wind… For the wind is gentler than my lips, I choose to hold you in my dreams… For in my dreams, you have no end.

- Rumi  (via thatkindofwoman)

[imwritingpoems-deactivated20200]

I’m homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.

M.O.W, A ten word story (via yoursly)

[weltenwellen]

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.

Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via thatkindofwoman)

[wordsalawidder]

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.

unknown (via bl-ossomed)

[creatingaquietmind-deactivated2]

And I realized, that the reason why good things were not happening to me as often as wanted them to, was because I in fact was a good thing that needed to happen. I needed to happen to me, to other people and to the world. And so I happened.

C. JoyBell C. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[amsterdamshadows]

[observando]

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via observando)