[thelovejournals]

And I kissed her, I kissed her — her mouth, her ears, her shoulders.

Franz Kafka, The Complete Stories (via thelovejournals)

[wnq-writers]

One minute they ache to touch you, the next day they want nothing to do with you. Feelings are a fickle thing. You want answers, you need closure, and now you’re laying awake at night trying to hold yourself together because you allowed yourself to be vulnerable. You are full of love for someone who saw what you had to offer – and they decided they didn’t want it. This, an unbearable version of the many forms of loneliness.

N.M.Sanchez (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

I love you, really. You know I love you. I’ve never loved any one else the way I love you.

Ernest Hemingway, “The Snows Of Kilimanjaro” (via thelovejournals)

[filmaticbby]

Blue Valentine (2010) dir. Derek Cianfrance

[panteha]

[timbllr]

[lovelustquotes]

[twitterlols]

[watchoutforintellect]

Despite all my sickness, I have grown.

Anne Sexton, from a letter to Alfred Sexton featured in A Self-Portrait in Letters (via watchoutforintellect)

[goodreadss]

“She’s known sadness, and it has made her kind.”

The Shock of the Fall (via goodreadss)

[sleepin]

[wnq-writers]

One day, all the love you’ve given away will find it’s way back to you, and it will finally stay.

bunny-in-neverland  (via wnq-writers)

[incomfortable-deactivated201711]

[rhubabby]

who speaks out loud anymore? it’s 2017. stop talking.

[herselfs]

ive never hated a post so much in my entire existence

[stability]

[denisvilleneuve]

u like boys or girls?

doesn’t matter cos no one likes me back

[5oil]