ElizaJeanne

'I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affection and the truth of the Imagination.'

[andlifemovesonn]

[toeverybrokenheart]

He saw you.

He met you.

He wanted you.

He liked you.

He chased you.

He got you.

He had you.

He got bored of you.

He left you.

He broke you.

[toeverybrokenheart]

“What happened to the soul that you used to be?”

-anonymous

[toeverybrokenheart]

“You stabbed me a thousand times and then acted like you were the one bleeding.”

~unknown

[elizajeanne]

How did I luck out this much.

[darkpassenger1313]

[medicinaexterna]

Mécaniques anatomiques, ilustración de la diseñadora gráfica francesa Salômé Guillemin-Poeuf.

[elizajeanne]

How

... do you know if someone truly loves you? Cause I'm sick of this 'faith' shit.

[okcold-deactivated20190629]

[elizajeanne]

WOW. Looks like my books...

[midniteindigo]

[elizajeanne]

magnolia cemetery, charleston, south carolina

[yesterdaysprint]

[elizajeanne]

King Street day and night, Charleston, South Carolina, 1910

[thelovewhisperer]

Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.

inkskinned, “My father’s recipe for the man I should marry” (via bl-ossomed)

[hatteful-deactivated20210916]

[glassbonespaperskin]

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space

Marilyn Monroe (via glassbonespaperskin)

[standingonthesurface-deactivate]

I wonder what it’s like being 28 and waking up knowing you’re going to ask her to marry you tonight. I wonder what it’s like being 30 and waking up to her gone for the week on a work trip and having the entire bed to yourself for the first time in ages so you starfish the heck out of it, but somehow drift over to their side because you already miss them. I wonder what it’s like being 42 and waking up for work content that the same pair of tired eyes as yesterday, and the day before that, and for the past 13 years, still look at you like you have the ability to reverse time and stop the sun from rising any higher, then you could both stay in bed. You blink, smile, and kiss her forehead softly as a reply, silently acknowledging your shared distaste for mornings, but not apologizing for wanting to wake up to those eyes again tomorrow. I wonder what it’s like being 49 and waking up beside someone who still makes you nervous when they look at you that close up in the morning, especially now that you’re nearing 50 and fully aware of the wrinkles you have and the ones on the way. I wonder what it’s like being 61 and waking up at 2pm because you were too sore and sickly to get out of bed that morning, but when you hear her key in the door after coming back from the store with some medicine, your favourite soup and a kiss, it still makes your heart beat fast enough to propel you off the bed and into her healing arms. I wonder what it’s like being 87 and waking up next to an undisturbed pillow and an unwrinkled half of a quilt because she died 2 years ago, peacefully in her sleep. It was just her time to go. I wonder what it’s like to live life in that much love. And when you do, I wonder what it’s like to lose it to something as trivial as your body passing through time. It’s heartbreaking that the body can’t last as long as the love between two people. But it’s also kind of beautiful that love transcends physical nature. All we can do is experience it while it’s here and while it lasts.

(via keeppthevibe)

This. All day.

(via arsenicandspace)

[tamper]

[deeplifequotes]

I’ve never met a strong person with an easy past.

Unknown (via deeplifequotes)