gewoon

[becherdireinen]

I want to be in bed with her. I’m not talking about fucking then passing out. No. She’s better than that. I’m talking about just laying next to her. Rolling over and finding my way to her body. Holding her tight protecting her from any bad dreams she has. Finding her hand in mine like an uncontrollable attraction even in our sleep. Kissing her forehead as she lays her head on my chest. Feeling her heartbeat as she’s soundly asleep in my arms. Intertwining our bodies in our unconscious states. Just being connected like one. I just want to be in bed with her.

[veritysink-deactivated20240328]

THIS.

[quotemadness]

“I would rather have questions that can’t be answered than answers that can’t be questioned.”

— Richard Feynman

[poemswords]

[christophermcgeownwriting-deact]

‘two-step’

[amyvagabondd]

“Now, every time I witness a strong person, I want to know: what darkness did you conquer in your story? Mountains do not rise without earthquakes.”

— Katherine MacKenett (via deeplifequotes)

[makinginfinity]

[stavroginas]

Haruki Murakami, from Norwegian Wood

[quotemadness]

“I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.”

— Haruki Murakami

[straightupgay]

when the world is unkind to you, I will be kind instead

[streeploos]

“Het leven is voor diepe kussen, vreemde avonturen, zwemmen om middernacht & verwarmende gesprekken.”

—

[nothingwithoutwords]

“i don’t know how to hold myself back from giving. even if it leaves me empty.”

— shelby leigh

[underwelmed]

artist: natalia vico

[underwelmed]

artist: sacrée frangine

[missingvibrance]

have u ever been in so much emotional pain to the point where ur chest starts to hurt and it feels hard to breathe because ur brain is in so much agony to the point where it manifests that pain into physicality to cope with how much it hurts

[idontneedamuse]

Omdat ik het niet meer weet.  De druk op mijn borst is niet meer op te tillen.  De chaos in mijn hoofd niet stil te leggen.  Willen wil ik niet meer. Willen moet ik wel.  En dat moeten, dat steekt mij tegen. De optie niet hebben, of toch niet echt. 

Ik wou dat iedereen gewoon eens lief zou zijn. Dat iedereen zegt dat het oké is, dat ik niet moet blijven. Want ik wil weg, zo graag weg. Ten koste van anderen? Neen dat ook niet. 

Uitleggen zou ik proberen, als de kans er zou zijn dat ik begrepen word. Dat de alarmbellen niet meteen afgaan. Wat dit is geen noodkreet, eerder een smeekbede. 

[quotemadness]

“If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.”

— Brandon Stanton (via quotemadness)