Is there a romantic way to say I love the way you let me down more than anything?
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Is there a romantic way to say I love the way you let me down more than anything?
Clementine von Radics
Sometimes you have to force yourself to remember awful things so you don’t go forgiving someone who broke you.
allishunland (via wnq-writers)
Most psychologically and/or physically abused children have been taught by parenting adults that love can coexist with abuse. And in extreme cases that abuse is an expression of love. This faulty thinking often shapes our adult perceptions of love. So that just as we would cling to the notion that those who hurt us as children loved us, we try to rationalize being hurt by other adults by insisting that they love us.
bell hooks, all about love (via verkur)
When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows. But it also devours.
Raymond Carver, Late Fragment (via danselions)
Love is a rage that never quite slaughters. a murder with no body. a lighthouse sinking invisible ships. a robber with no hands.
[…] love is a room with no doors, no windows, one chair and a rope.
— francine j. harris, from “fume,” Allegiance
Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you’ve been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall,the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.
Jandy Nelson, I’ll Give You the Sun (via thelovejournals)
I daydream about you covering my body with yours while bullets slice through my apartment or a stampede of wild animals tears through the town. Any disaster I can think of and you are there, covering me, face pressed against the back of my skull, heavy body melting on top of mine not because you’re taking something but because in this world there’s no other way to touch everywhere unless someone you don’t want to die is dying. I could wish for something softer but you know me. I love a tragedy. I love when it’s urgent. You could save me even if I didn’t need saving.
Caitlyn Siehl, Daydream (via alonesomes)
You made a mistake.
A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness (via thelovejournals)
Don’t be afraid anymore. Not of anyone. Not of anything. Nothing. Ever again. Listen to me: not ever again.
Marguerite Duras, from The North China Lover: A Novel (via 4a0000)
You’re having second thoughts, is that it? I don’t know. Maybe. What do you want me to say? Do you think I should keep him? I think if you keep him, then you’ll love him. And this time next year you won’t remember being without him. But if you get rid of him then you get your life back. That doesn’t mean that you’ll forget him, ‘cause you won’t. Which is better though? How do I know I’m not making a massive mistake?
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