Can I call you home?

Hi :)

[sunsbleeding]

[stricatul]

controlling yourself from texting someone you badly want to talk to, is different kind of pain

[ink-after-hours]

"I'm scared that I'll never heal from the things I did for love."

[tijanatasmaric11]

Samo bih htela da znas

Da si imao priliku

Da te voli neko

Od glave do pete

Od duse do kosti

Od noci do jutra

Imao si prliku

Da te voli neko

Ko bi se na svaki tvoj uspeh

Veselio i slavio

I cestitao kao da je rodjendan

Ko bi na tvoj neuspeh

Sacekao i ohrabrio

I onda pruzio ruku uz reci

“Alo, pa nisi ti bilo ko, ti mozes sve!”

Imao si priliku sa te voli

Neko ko ti nikada ne bi brojao

Case i flase

Niti to sto nekada kasnis

Neko ko bi za tebe ucinio sve

Neko kao ja

Savrsen spoj

Ljubavi i ludosti

Sna i stvarnosti

Imao si priliku

Da neko bude uz tebe

Bez obzira koliko ga guras od sebe, uz tebe!

Da te pazi, cuva, motri, sugerise,zanoveta, svadja, oprasta i voli

Da te prati.

Imao si priliku da te voli

Ona sa kojom mozes o poslu

I problemima sa prijateljima i roditeljima

S kojom mozes o buducnosti i proslosti

Imao si priliku da te voli posebna.

Ona kojoj jos znaci nesto

“Dok nas smrt ne rastavi”

Takve su retke danas, pazi.

Imao si priliku… Itekako, stvarno.

Zao mi je sto me nisi upoznao takvu

Sto ce neko drugi.

A htela sam,

Stvarno sam htela,

Molila se svemiru

Da to budes ti!

Ti!

Od svih ti!

Mozda ti nisam nikada rekla

Mozda sam nekada bila previse hladna

Ali opet sam se nadala

Da barem malo znas

Da me osecas

I kada nismo bili zajedno

Da znas da te osecam

Imao si priliku

Milion zapravo

Jer tebi nikada nisam

Mogla i znala

Reci NE.

Samo sam htela da znas,

Da si priliku imao.

Tvoja T

[echoesoftheinfinite]

I want someone who admires me with the same intensity as they admire the moon and the stars.

[thoughtkick]

“She was forced to consider the startling fact that the love of her life might not actually be someone with whom she could spend a lifetime.”

— Jodi Picoult

[howifeltabouthim]

I wondered if I would ever stop thinking about her. I knew the answer.

Hayley Krischer, from Where Are You, Echo Blue?

[feelingsoftheday]

i hope i marry a person who never stops loving me.. like decades in & still obsessed

[howifeltabouthim]

In fact, he felt himself embarrassingly lacking in vices these days. Not that he had ever really had any to begin with. Perhaps that was where he had gone wrong in life. He had been too moral and upstanding.

Kate Atkinson, from Death at the Sign of the Rook

[dangerouslyfurrydragon]

Remember, communication would be easy for him if you're the woman he actually wanted.

[almostsomewheremaybe]

I think of you, and everything in me breaks.

[dangerouslyfurrydragon]

Of course you miss me, I wasn’t the problem.

[midnightportals]

[dangerouslyfurrydragon]

May we marry men that genuinely love us.

[that-bluesybitch]

[crmsnmth]

Styrofoam Cup

Even with all the trouble it led to The drugs, the dying, and rampant hedonism All the pain and all the suffering The new found fear of being alone and Even though it almost killed me I'm grateful I knew love at least once

Her touch on my cheek the softness of the faint pressure She traces my jawline and donw to my chest I kiss her forehead and was overcome with it

It's not about what happened after I made those choices and they are all my own I've learned about responsibility since the last time you saw me in the gutter Your eyes got wide but I noticed you didn't toss any change into my Styrofoam cup

But when I need a lullabye It's your voice I search for Love hurts but it gives It soothes and it takes Playing both sides of the field that way it cannot and will not really lose But is that a win on the other side?

Even with the scars around my body and even with the bottle under my pillow Or picture turned around in the frame And the emergency room visits thanks for the ride And even though it came so close to killing me I still am grateful for the fact that I knew love, at least once

[honerain-blog]

for years i doubted this emotion simmering inside the pot of water that is me, praying it won't boil over and burn me alive.

but i lost focus for one second and the bubbles have already begun to pour down, steaming loudly and burning everything i claimed as myself.

i cried as it melted all my layers away, leaving me with nothing but the inner frameworks of my body and mind that i tried to conceal for so long.

but i also embraced it and proudly claimed the fourth degree burn that is called love, and i showed it to you.

the blistering scars that make up who i am, because of the feelings i was so cowardly afraid of— i showed that to you yet you are stagnant.

you reinforce a wall around everything that is you and i know you are afraid that one day the ground will rumble too hard and it'll all come crashing down.

and i am those small trembles foreworning it.

is that why you find it so difficult to admit to yourself that you love me? or are you afraid my trembles will turn into an earthquake and leave you with nothing but the ruins of who you once were?