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studdedrose

rosyting

tkkatherineblog

inksomniac

It is an art of the most exquisite kind to touch someone’s soul before touching their skin.

a.y. (via inksomniac)

qvotable

There’s a corner of my heart that is yours. And I don’t mean for now, or until I’ve found somebody else, I mean forever. I mean to say that whether I fall in love a thousand times over or once or never again, there’ll always be a small quiet place in my heart that belongs only to you.

Beau Taplin (via qvotable)

answeringemails

blossomfully

We met on a Sunday. That’s how it always begins, isn’t it? We walk around and do things, thinking it’ll be just another something in our busy calendar. And then suddenly it isn’t. Now it’s not just a Sunday no more, not just another date in the month of January, and shoulder length blonde hair isn’t just that no more. It’s all part of a human I can’t stop thinking about, a part of the story we’re creating together now. I crave him as soon as I see him walk out the room. And I just know. It’s him

When existence can be so uncertain and precarious, it’s nice to have something to be sure of, isn’t it? :)

blossomfully

“Two and a half years later, we sit across from each other. How are you? You ask. Well. I say. What I want to say is: I don’t really know what I’m doing here. Or, rather, you haven’t changed a bit. Or, you look exactly the same as on the day you left. I am stuck between keeping my distance and treating you the way I used to. Letting down my guard completely. It is so easy to slip into. But I could never do it if you didn’t do the same. We swap stories; updates. Everything seems so superficial. I don’t dare ask if these days you are happy. Though, I hope that you are. I tell you that I’m moving to a different city next month. You comment on the different colour of my hair. I don’t tell you that sometimes I still think about the way that you left. That it still colours my relationships; that I still worry that some happinesses are too good to be true. You tell me that your parents are getting divorced. You’ve finally realised that love never lasts. I don’t say anything. I have no evidence to the contrary. Yet, after a while, I say I think you’re wrong. You shrug your shoulders and let it fill the silence. Once, we would have argued for hours. As you stand to leave, I realise that I am no longer in love with you. I no longer know you. You are a stranger in a familiar body. And yet I do not recognise your hands. If you touched me now, I do not know whether it would feel like fire or ice. Maybe both. Maybe neither.”

— Sue Zhao // Meeting somebody you loved after a long time

unchildhood

AZRA TABASSUM (or @5000letters)

from My Heart is Full of Open Windows;

original photos and edit

blossomfully

It’ll be weird seeing her again. It’ll be like revisiting a memory that you thought you’d forgotten. Her hair will be longer, or shorter, her hair will have changed; hair always does. Her eyes will be the same. Hearing her voice will be like going back to the place you used to live and noticing the new curtains. Being close to her will be strange. She’ll say something like, “you look well,” and you’ll reply with a, “thanks, you too.” And it’ll feel like death, like an iron fist around your heart. And then she’ll point to your shirt and say, “is that new?” and you won’t have the heart to say you bought it seven months ago after she left, so instead you say, “I haven’t worn it around you before.” When she emits a small laugh you’ll feel the tiniest ounce of pride. She still finds you funny. When she’s telling you about her new life you’ll find your mind wandering into places you didn’t think mattered anymore. Places like, was she in love now and was she being treated well? Places like, did she ever miss you, and in and amongst all of her living did she ever consider coming back?

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

blossomfully

But how can you miss someone when they are right beside you?“ She asks. “You can,” I say, “you can. When they are beside you but they are not yours. When they can leave without a moment’s notice and you do not have the right to ask them to stay.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

blossomfully

Aren’t you tired?” I asked. “What of?” she looked up. “All the endings,” I said. “All of the beginnings and the hoping and the dreaming and the wondering. All of the happiness, and then all of the uncertainty and heartbreak. “Aren’t you tired of the way everything good always ends?

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)