My past has tasted bitter for years now.

                 𝙸   𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑   𝚊𝚕𝚕   𝚖𝚢   ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs   𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝚋𝚎   𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗.     ᴄᴀɴ   ʏᴏᴜ   ʟᴏᴏᴋ   ᴀᴛ   ᴍᴇ?                                    𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎   𝙸   𝚊𝚖   ʙʟᴜᴇ   𝚊𝚗𝚍   ɢʀᴇʏ.   𝙸   𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝   𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠   𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚒𝚝   𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝   𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐.                               𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎   𝚖𝚢   ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ   𝙸'𝚟𝚎   𝚑𝚊𝚍   𝚊   𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎   ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ   ᴍᴀʀᴋ   𝚒𝚗   𝚖𝚢   𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.                             𝚃𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎   𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗   𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔   sᴛɪʟʟ   𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜.

[lifeinpoetry]

And I think that’s what a father is / —a blade that never stops cutting.

Desireé Dallagiacomo, from “Origin Story,” Sink (via lifeinpoetry)

[sunsetquotes]

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via sunsetquotes)

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

I want to be alone with someone else who wants to be alone.

k.b. // by dimitri zaik

[thoughtkick]

And then in the worst moment I hope there is someone holding my hand and say everything will be okay.

Thoughtkick (via thoughtkick)

[thoughtkick]

My body is covered with wounds this world made.

Rabia of Basra, tr. by Daniel Ladinsky from “Music; It Acts Like Love,” (via thoughtkick)

[sunsetquotes]

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.

Oscar Wilde (via sunsetquotes)

[sunsetquotes]

I just want to know… if you’re going to stay.

Vance Joy (via sunsetquotes)

[thoughtkick]

I always wanted to be somewhere else, I don’t know why.

Hanif Kureishi (via thoughtkick)

[quotefeeling]

I want the part of you that you refuse to give.

Ellen Hopkins (via quotefeeling)

[dvoyd]

you’re a mess of good intentions gone wrong. you strike a match on yourself to keep others warm, and now the whole goddamn world’s on fire. you try to put it out, and you try so hard. the dam breaks, and the waters of your sorrow pour free. you are sorry; so very, very sorry— and you will drown everyone to prove it.

the hero who couldn’t save anyone | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[weltenwellen]

But the moment will arrive when you will give me your hand, no longer in solitude, but as I do now: in love.

Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to GH (via weltenwellen)

[thoughtkick]

I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.

Epiphany (via thoughtkick)

[thoughtkick]

I think of you so often you have no idea.

James Joyce (via thoughtkick)

[blossomfully]

She wraps her legs around your waist. She whispers in your ear. “Stay.” This is your cue to kiss her. Wrap your fingers in her hair; enclose them around her neck. Hard. Just hard enough to feel her pulse, the quiet beat beat beating.  She won’t always be this vulnerable, this open. Right now her trust is in the palm of your hand. This is your cue to pull her closer. Place a gentle thumb on her bottom lip and breathe. “Stay, stay, stay” she says. Tell her you will. Tell her: “okay.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #200 (via blossomfully)

[quotemadness]

And for some reason, I always felt al little more when I would hear you laugh.

R.M. Drake (via quotemadness)

[the-book-diaries]

I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer.

Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man (via the-book-diaries)

[quotemadness]

You hurt. It’s okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.

Neil Gaiman (via quotemadness)