[nemophilies-deactivated20190428]

A Yorkshire Lane in November, 1873.  Lovers in a Wood, 1873.  John Atkinson Grimshaw.

[untamedunwanted]

For others my heart was just a hotel. You are the only one who has made it a home.

You Turned Me Into a Home. Thank You. | Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)

[story-dj]

[wordsnquotes]

We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.

Anaïs Nin, In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Sensible Thing” (via petrichour)

[wnq-writers]

Letting go of somebody you truly love is not like burning a picture or closing a door- It’s drifting away on a sailboat as they’re forced to stand ashore and watch you leave them. It’s allowing the lazy current to carry you away as you witness the agony and pain etched on their face. It’s screaming apologies across the vastness of the ocean even though you know they can no longer hear you. And it leaves you gazing at the horizon, longing for that shore, wondering if you’ll ever see it again.

Z.M.   (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsthat-speak]

If you’re happy in a dream, Ammu, does that count?” Estha asked. “Does what count?” “The happiness—does it count?

The God of Small Things (Arundhati Roy)

[wnq-writers]

“I wish I could just come out and say what it is I see in you I wish I could say it directly, but this as close to it as I can I wish I could tell you about the little things I see The way you smiled at me when we first met The way you kept looking at me and looking away at parties The slumped posture to adopt when you think no one is looking Or how you stare at the ground a lot when you speak It makes me sad that you try to hide yourself Try to pretend that you have no feelings Posting pictures and quotes but acting as if they have no relevence to you Building up a wall when you think you’ve been too revealing Or disappearing after being supportive I wish I could see why it is you run Why it is you would prefer to be apathetic Or why you believe I think you are terrible Or even how you think I could ever hate you I know you care, because I see it in your actions How you share a song I shared that you like How you let me in on your anxieties How you apologize after hurting me And how you keep letting me back in when I hurt you I don’t mean to do things that bruise your feelings I’m just reacting to the pain I feel seeing you slip away I’m so afraid of losing you forever And I see that you are scared, too I wish we could be better at sharing our feelings Instead of always being so guarded and convoluted And I wish I could reveal myself more to you than I do I wish I could be less intense and easily show you my light side And I am working hard to fix that I am trying hard to make myself better I am trying my best to prove you’re not just a distraction to me I am trying my hardest to reach you But I can’t do it while your walls are up Please, let me in.

Anonymous (via wnq-writers)

[maza-dohta]

You wear your pain so beautifully. You’re like a poem waiting to be written

Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

[inkskinned]

“what does he look like?” she asks. 

his eyes are good books, his palms are libraries. his ribs are vaulted greenhouse ceilings and a forest underneath. his smile is a present you didn’t know you wanted. his freckles are clover patches. his arms are clean warm bedsheets. his fingers are acoustic guitar strings. his back is an open field with a picnic already laid out in the heather. his knuckles are drunken poetry.

fuck, i love him, all of it, everything. 

[thelovewhisperer]

Someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.

(via aureat)

[amandahelmpoetry]

I loved you, once, three years ago. Your eyes are different now. I wonder what it means to be able to set yourself free from regret, love, self destruction…. It all ends the same anyway, doesn’t it? I walk away. I look back. I miss parts of people that do not exist anymore.

9:56pm, Amanda Helm- amandaspoetry (via amandaspoetry)

[mosouka]

[deeplifequotes]

I think one of my favorite feelings is laughing with someone and realizing half way through how much you enjoy them and their existence.

Unknown (via deeplifequotes)

[disbar-deactivated20160905]

Best friends understand when you say forget it. Wait forever when you say just a minute. Stay when you say leave me alone.

Unknown (via disbar)

[wordsnquotes]

I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been.

Raymond Carver, Where I’m Calling From: New and Selected Stories  (via wordsnquotes)

[oureax]