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@gobkate
Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix
Karen Marie Moning (via doll)
“How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?”
“14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes” by David ‘Doc’ Luben (via exoticwild)
You think you can control it, and then one day you can’t.
(via once-you-tell-a-lie-no-takebacks)
Never in my life had I seen anyone so clearly as I saw these people; not a detail of their clothes or features escaped me.
Albert Camus, The Stranger (via thestrangerdaily)
Addiction is tricky. For example: A man who quit smoking for 11 years stood in an elevator with another man smoking a cigarette. He gave in. What I’m trying to say is I think I love you again.
(via nakedly)
One of the hardest things you will ever have to do my dear is grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.
My father’s advice #1 (via northern-proper)
You’ve ruined peaches for me. I can’t eat one without thinking of your hands dipping into my soft flesh, mouth dripping, teeth skimming across skin, tongue lapping at the excess: greedy, greedy, greedy. I am all rush and blush at a summer picnic lunch, hands shaking at the farmers’ market.
Trista Mateer, “Peaches,” The Dogs I Have Kissed (via lifeinpoetry)
I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.
Arthur Miller, The Crucible (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)
How was I supposed to tell you what I was feeling?“ she said, “I didn’t want to ruin your day. “I am so many things but I won’t be the weight on your ankle, if I drown I won’t ask you to come with me.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #227 (via blossomfully)
That’s what really scares me. Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare. You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all. And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together. I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with. I’m scared it’ll be just you.
Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Connection (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)
the center of every poem is this: i have loved you. i have had to deal with that.
Salma Deera, Letters From Medea (via lifeinpoetry)
Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
Gabrielle Zevin (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)
A relit cigarette never tastes the same and that’s all I’ll preach on rekindling old flames.
1am realization after sneaking away from a party to sit alone on the porchsteps (via dropdaisies)
Note to self: there are always going to be days where your first instinct is to find the nearest bridge, and jump. Note to self: don’t jump off the bridge.
by (DS)
“I love you,” She paused. “But I need to go now. I need to leave. “Because we’re going to ruin each other.”
Excerpts from a book I’ll never write. #13 // redrosepoet (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)
If I was given the chance to go back in time just to meet you all over again, I’m not quite sure if I would. Even at the chance that you would stay, I don’t know if I could risk losing you all over again. I barely survived this one.
Connotativewords | jl | Limits (via connotativewords)
Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days. It is as if I could dip my hand down into time and scoop up blue and green lozenges of April heat a year ago in another country. I can feel that other day running underneath this one like an old videotape—here we go fast around the last corner up the hill to his house, shadows of limes and roses blowing in the car window and music spraying from the radio and him singing and touching my left hand to his lips.
Anne Carson, The Glass Essay (via lipfused)
