YAH

[playingthegameoflife-deactivate]

Catch These Hands! with your hands. we’re holding hands now. this is nice

[a6]

[the-meaninglessness-of-existence]

[pottedfairies]

we should treat love as something to be built rather than found

[jewlsey]

“When it hurts we return to the banks of certain rivers.”

— Czeslaw Milosz, I Sleep A Lot (via wildfairy)

[jewlsey]

“I stay up all night with the pain. It is The only one that will still talk to me about you.”

— Excerpt from “Things I think I already told you once in a dream” by Kelly m (via broken–poetry)

[8-bitfiction]

[autumnalsonata-deactivated20190]

“I feel mysteriously exhausted, deep down.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry, written c. January, 1941

[onestepbeyondmadness]

[goodreadss]

“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.”

— Maya Angelou (via amargedom)

[lifeinpoetry]

“The skin is a texture of pain. // The skin is a language of pain. My skin holds your pain. I wear it like a waterfall dressing me. Outpour and endless.”

— Tiara Roxanne, from “friday / the thirteenth,” published in New Delta Review

[shittowatch]

[sweetestsecrets]

“Every corner of my heart loved you In a field of fields you were the largest field In a field of moons you were the most moons”

— Anis Mojgani, In the Pockets of Small Gods (via weltenwellen)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“All I was was my body. Bleeding. Bleeding. But not crying.”

— Lidia Yuknavitch, from “The Chronology of Water: A Memoir,” wr. c. 2011

[lhommedesmers]

we always speak with wounded words

[sexondary]

[qvotable]

“Yes, there are times we live for somebody else.”

— The Lumineers // The Dead Sea