Hey Beautiful

You are Loved.

[amargedom]

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”

— Pablo Neruda (via naturaekos)

[amargedom]

“I am obscure and odd, very deeply odd.”

— Virginia Woolf (via naturaekos)

[goodreadss]

Most of what we think, say or do in unnecessary.

Marcus Aurelius (via goodreadss)

[goodreadss]

Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.

Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via goodreadss)

[goodreadss]

The feel of her head against his shoulder, of her familiar body, sent a shock of emotion over him. His arms holding her had a tendency to tighten around her.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via goodreadss)

[amortizing]

Past is just something we can’t do anything about. Future, who knows, it could be wonderful. Let’s just be happy now.

Lovely Still (via amortizing)

[goodreadss]

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

Sylvia Plath (via goodreadss)

[goodreadss]

You loved me the other day. You wanted me to sit beside you in the dark. Didn’t I feel it- didn’t I know? There’s something between us- a sort of pull. Something you always do to me and I to you.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Presumption (via goodreadss)

[amargedom]

“I’m yours — you know it.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via goodreadss)

[amargedom]

“And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.”

— Iain Thomas (via amargedom)

[amargedom]

“I think I’m in love with him.”

— (via amortizing)

[amargedom]

““It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.””

— Vincent van Gogh (via goodreadss)

[amargedom]

“Kiss me and you will see how important I am.”

— Sylvia Plath (via goodreadss)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I await your hands upon my face. I await your pure fingers upon my face, the caresses of angels of ice, I await their coolness upon my face, like a treasure sunk in water.”

— Maurice Maeterlinck, from The Complete Poems; “Soul of Night,” c. 1912

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Back then I was leaving you. Now who would I be leaving? I have only myself to leave now,”

— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“My soul pours out without end, like melancholy water,”

— Éphraïm Mikhaël, from Poems; “Florimond,” written c. January 1879

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Take the light away. It tyrannizes me. It denies me my soul.”

— Maria Polydouri, tr. by Manolis Aligizakis, from “Dim This Light,” wr. c. 1928