Walk The Line

Jessica Taylor

[marriagesuggestions]

I want to love you, and I want to make you feel you’re more than worthy of love

[remanence-of-love]

[wnq-writers]

“Some people can’t understand how depression can keep you bed-ridden, or when I tell them that getting up fills me with an immense sensation of “doom”. Why, you ask? When I’m in bed, I am nobody. I am this skin and these bones. The moment my feet touch the floor I am Brianna, a spun-out version of what everyone expects of me, and that’s the last person I want to be.”

— Brianna Pastor, You Asked Me Why

[airecristalle]

“i think gentleness is one of the most disarmingly and captivatingly attractive qualities there are.”

— Nayyirah Waheed

[airecristalle]

“Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.”

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Poetry as Insurgent Art 

[airecristalle]

[wnq-writers]

If love was a color, what would yours be? Would it be red like fire, angry and hot? Green with envy, seeking what the others have? Would it be yellow? Scared to commit. Scared of itself. Scared of yourself. Would it be white, and pure? Honest with itself, and with each other. Would it be black? Cold and dead to you? Empty. A void that tears get thrown into. Would it be blue and calm, an easy kind of love? A love that flows like water. Filling every crack in a broken heart. If love was a color, what would it be? Your love. Color it…

(via wnq-writers)

[thegoodvybe]

[thelovejournals]

His dark eyes took me in, and I wondered what they would look like if he fell in love.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon (via wnq-writers)

[charlesmcbryde]

[wordsnquotes]

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

- Ferit Orhan Pamuk, “My Father’s Suitcase”, Nobel Prize for Literature lecture, December 7, 2006.

[wnq-writers]

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[fyp-philosophy]

Egalitarianism

[src]

[gosh]

[russia-instagram]

[sputniksea]

[heartcountry]

i knew i wasn’t gonna find you so i gave up the dream           and even though once, i thought i finally came close, i didn’t let the dream come back. you were best forgotten and  anyway,              i needed more room for the possible. i tried to laugh often and fill up the space around me so i wouldn’t notice what wasn’t there             (any room you’re not in is empty as far as i’m concerned) but after a dream dies, there’s also the burial (and the haunting) and           so a part of me was still waiting. i could feel it trying to bring me back to the impossibility of you but i couldn’t let that happen. and i promise not that long ago your arrival was a truth i believed in but every room i walked into was empty and    you took your time and the shadows in my heart got bigger and bigger and then eventually they were all that was left. if i’m honest a part of me still hoped that maybe i was wrong and you were out there after all and maybe you were writing about the shadows, too                 but i inherited the homesick hearts of three generations of women who waited for something that almost belonged to them but never did                   and i couldn’t hold on to that. if i’ve failed you i’m sorry, but if i’m right about this you’re already on your way home to                      someone else. so i’m saying this here, now, so that i can let go. I forgive you for not knowing the way to me. I forgive every map that led you to a room i’d never walk into. I forgive you for every arrival somewhere else.

Y.Z, an honest letter to a forgotten dream  (via heartcountry)