[wiltedbelladonna]

My heart cannot contain the love I have for you

It is spilling out into my soul

[bnmxfld]

He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Emily Brontë / Wuthering Heights

[loreber]

Perdón mi amor, pero siento que ya no te amo.

[quotemadness]

“It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer

[bnmxfld]

“But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.”

— Lemony Snicket / The Beatrice Letters (via bnmxfld)

[honibe]

It was that type of love worth waiting around for

[weltenwellen]

Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory”, After Kwame Dawes 

[quotemadness]

“Don’t be afraid anymore. Not of anyone. Not of anything. Nothing. Ever again. Listen to me: not ever again.”

— Marguerite Duras

[dumblr]

I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star.

[quotefeeling]

“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“There are some feelings you will never find words for; you will learn to name them after the ones who gave them to you.”

— Maza Dohta

[shisasan]

December 1, 1928 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

[vermilionight-deactivated202302]

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

[voirlvmer]

“But grief compels me, maybe even more than sleep. I am waiting for something to last. I know nothing will.”

— Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun

[metamorphesque]

on winter and longing

Sarah Kay, Natalie Diaz, Craig Keenan, Clarice Lispector, Mahmoud Darwish, Brittany Cossette, Franz Kafka, Edvard Munch, Richard Siken, Haruki Murakami, Holly Warburton, Mahmoud Darwish

buy me a coffee

[heartofmuse]

Days I am so frustrated, so fed up with everything, so much my soul screams inside. Days I don't want to be noble or kind. Days I want to let go of everything and run. Days I don't want to do anything but lie in bed and cry.  Days I want to be alone and not speak to anyone.  Days I want to escape into a world where my life is not so hard, not so tiring, and  I can pretend everything is alright.  Days I am only too weak, caught in the endless dark. Days I am so human that everything hurts and everything dies. 

e.v.e.

[quotemadness]

“Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.”

— Charles Bukowski