It All Ends

Laura /21/Colombia Modern Languages

[thelovejournals]

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever, your leg my leg, your arm my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

I never wanted a quiet, sensible sort of love. I wanted to be devoured.

Beau Taplin, “The Devouring” (via thelovejournals)

[thenordroom]

Scandinavian apartment | photos by Boukari & styling by Copparstad

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[thelovejournals]

But I missed you very badly this morning.

Ernest Hemingway, The Garden Of Eden  (via thelovejournals)

[fy-perspectives]

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.

Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

I want everything – love, adventure, intimacy, work.

Virginia Woolf, “Letter to Leonard Woolf (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

You, of course. Always you.

Clementine von Radics, “What Brings Me Joy” (via thelovejournals)

[wordsnquotes]

Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.

Charles Bukowski, Women (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-music]

This morning, with her, having coffee.

Johnny Cash, when asked about his paradise (via wordsnquotes)

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[thelovejournals]

I’m full of love, and nobody wants it.

Dylan Klebold (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

If she loves me, I do not deserve it.

Franz Kafka (via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.

E.E. Cummings (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

…I love you, what star do you live on?

Conrad Aiken, “Chance Meetings” (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

The only dream worth having is to dream that you will live while you are alive, and die only when you are dead. To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.

Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

There had been too much emotion, too much damage, too much everything.

Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden (via wordsnquotes)