Hanne

[where-is-the-otherside]

story of my fucking life.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“She was so beautiful that you would never have dared love her.”

— Guillaume Apollinaire, tr. by Robert Bly, from “The Woman Had a Dress,”

[thegoodvybe]

[opzoeknaarwarmte]

“Ik voel mij zó stom als ik bedenk dat ik ooit dacht dat ik iets voor je betekende.”

— Doet een beetje pijn. (via opeens)

[lovelysuggestions]

i just want someone whos gonna treat me right. i want someone who won’t take advantage of my big heart and caring soul. i want someone who won’t make me regret seeing the best in people, or giving second chances. i want someone who won’t flip between loving me and hating me. i want someone who loves me like they should.

[olearypoetry]

[thegoodvybe]

[friendshipfeelsbetter]

It’s okay to enjoy someone’s presence without having a “label” on what you two “are”. 

Let everything fall in place how it’s supposed to. 

[wnq-writers]

I will give you warmth to melt your ice cold heart.

kissmylime  (via wnq-writers)

[shareaquote]

If you leave me speechless I’ll promise to steal your breath.

vodkaisthatyou  (via wnq-writers)

[knbpoetry]

She’s a complex mixture of spice and darkness. Not many can handle her, she’s an acquired taste.

-K.N.B. (via learningtoliveagain7896)

[wnq-writers]

Her eyes were like sunsets after a storm, beautiful yet full of chaos.

caseypaganelli  (via wnq-writers)

[escafeism]

We have the worst kind of love story. We like each other so much, that we cannot be with each other. We steal glances, we steal touches, time, and affection. We steal a love that we are not suppose to have, heartbeats we are not suppose to feel. But what can we do, this is our only solution to the throbbing perplexity crowding our heart– and to live and not die with the norm of indecisiveness.

(via escafeism)

[poems-and-word]

[ochtendstorm]

Soms wil ik torenhoge muren bouwen en gepantserd met een lach door het leven gaan, maar meestal verlang ik stiekem naar iemand die een baksteen uit de muur haalt, in mijn ogen kijkt en zegt dat het oké is.

[watzijnwoorden]

Ik mis ons, maar wij hebben eigenlijk nooit bestaan.

3/6/16 (via watzijnwoorden)

[betweenstillness]

We lopen door de straten met alcohol in ons bloed en rook in onze longen, liefde in ons lichaam en pijn in onze harten.