words, words, words

I seek language that speaks to the soul.

[thoughtkick]

My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.

Charles Bukowski (via thoughtkick)

[jericosilvers]

[letheane-deactivated20200121]

This girl who stands so quiet and grave at the mouth of hell. This girl who is all quietness and sanity and innocence. You wondered why I wanted her?

Charlotte Brontë, from ‘Jane Eyre’ (via wildfairy)

[strwbryfemme]

i once grew a garden of roses in the spaces between my ribs whose thorns, although beautiful, pierced my heart with every inhalation of your delicious poison. i prefer daisies now.

[wherewritersblockcomestodie]

He will rip your heart out and wonder why you’re dying. The blood will be on his hands and he’ll wonder why you blame him. You’ll beg him to help and he’ll wonder why it’s always up to him to save you. You’ll love him and he’ll wonder why you expect him to love you back.

excerpt from an unfinished book #124 (via un-predictible)

[uptional]

[tristamateer]

I compare all my lovers to fruit so I can rip them apart. What does that say about how this will end?

excerpt from WANTING HER by Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

[distractful]

[loveserum-deactivated20191021]

And I realized how many people talk about having their hearts on their sleeves but you had lust dripping from the lines of your knuckles and after you punched a hole through me you said, “you didn’t expect love, did you?” I said no while I tried to sew my heart back into my sweater and ended up losing the pieces

I HAVEN’T TOUCHED LOVE SINCE YOU LEFT (via loveserum)

[bluestockingreads]

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand. But it will only be because of the weather or the flu or one of my moods… Not because I love you less. Please remember that.

Sylvia Plath (via bluestockingreads)

[sunst0ne]

being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

Charles Bukowski (via sunst0ne)

[distractful]

First page and I’m already hooked

[stargazerinmoksha]

you’re just like him she says indirectly as moonlight trying to grow flowers which part? was it when i told you that i loved you? or when i told you that i’d love you forever? it was when you didn’t tell mewith your heart

just like (via poetryleftbyher)

[fictionally]

A sticker on the sidewalk told me I was doing great. I smiled and started looking up.

[what-strange-lives-we-live]

Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.

Charles Bukowski (via what-strange-lives-we-live)

[observando]

March is a month of storms and lust. Spring looks on, like a thought between two people,

Mahmoud Darwish (via observando)

[jasminawritespoetry]

“That’s the thing about us romantics,” she said. “We’re far too enamored of self-sacrifice. We’ll always step aside for the better story, let someone else be happy even if it’s at our expense. We don’t mind bowing out because our hearts bleed better than they beat anyway. We figure, if anyone should be the one left alone while he falls for someone else, it should be us. Because unlike everyone else, romantics never really turn bitter when we think about love. As long as love wins, our losses seem pretty insignificant. And if I don’t get to be happy with you, at least I have other stories to lose myself in.”

For Romantics (And Writers)