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@milosna-propaganda
“Ty nie potrzebujesz wcale mnie. Potrzebujesz kogoś, kto będzie Cię nieustannie głaskał słowami, kto otuli Cię puchową kołdrą i przykryje szklanym kloszem. A ja nie umiem nie ranić, ja wydrapuje oczy słowami, rozrywam duszę milczeniem i kocham, kocham tak mocno, że wszelkie szklane klosze przy mnie pękają.”
— (via hiniceday)
Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
You look at me with disappointment in your eyes but i warned you from the start i really am not good enough
f.a (via embry-o)
“You never apologized to me for hurting me, but I apologized to you 12 times for being angry about it.”
— (via que-rer)
She seems strange, pretty, pale, immortal and mystical.
Nikolay Punin, Anna of All the Russias: A Life of Anna Akhmatova
Read more at wordsnquotes
(via wnq-quotes)
Chwilami zazdroszczę im takiego codziennego, nudnego szczęścia, tylko z tego powodu, że są razem i patrzą na rośliny. Ja nigdy nikomu nie umiałam dać spokoju. Sobie też.
Agnieszka Osiecka (via lifechangingtales)
@thequotejournals
YOU LAUGH WHEN YOU LIE: broke your heart and here i am. (Mark Rothko’s painting)
Daydreams were dangerous because they made her wish for things she could never have.
Julie Garwood (via quotemadness)
I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via loveage-moondream)
Autor: Marta Stasiak
july 2017
I hadn’t realized I was a villain in your narrative.
A Court of Wings and Ruin, by Sarah J Maas. (via quobooks)
You kissed me like you planned on doing it again but you tasted like the kind of person who doesn’t know how to stay and I think I could tell what you were thinking the moment you fell asleep that night I remember waking up so god damn early that morning and I spent hours while you were asleep hopingprayingwishing that you’d wake up and smile at me the way I needed you to But something cracked and changed whoever you were before that night didn’t stay the moment you woke up that morning you looked away I guess what I’m trying to explain is that people like you break hearts and never know how to mean what they say you act like you’re in it for the long haul and then it’s oh God can’t we just stay friends but I mean Jesus Christ friends don’t look at each other the way we did when we slept in each other’s beds so it’s not you and me anymore you know it’s you me and everythingwe don’t know how to say to each other so we hold it together in the way we never touch; we hold it together in the way we stay just friends if staying friends means seeing each other in familiar places and laughing and smiling like you didn’t tear this to pieces
you didn’t even have to explain (via loveserum)
How desperate I became. To erase. To unmake my mouth, my pulse. / To unlive.
Jeanann Verlee, from “Fleeing the Murder (The Child),” Said the Manic to the Muse (via lifeinpoetry)
