Payton Love

Good girls go to heaven Bad girls go everywhere Taurus

[loveage-moondream]

[ijayt205]

[staggot]

im having an aneurysm 

[lovelustquotes]

[thelovejournals]

But with you I am deeply passionately, unrequitedly in love.

Virginia Woolf (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known- and even that is an understatement.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Letter to Zelda Fitzgerald,” 1939 (via wordsnquotes)

@merchandykes

(via puckingfussy)

[thelovejournals]

…I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her. As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We, we who were, we are the same no longer. I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Pablo Neruda, excerpt from The Saddest Poem (via thelovejournals)

[arandomthot]

[lifeinpoetry]

… I wonder if I will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most.

Bao Phi, from “Vocabulary,” Thousand Star Hotel (Coffee House Press, 2017)

[wordsnquotes]

It’s rare to meet someone with a mind just as beautiful as their face.

Unknown (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

I think I’ll always be a romantic, you know? Someone could completely rip out my heart and walk away and I’d still be willing to believe in love again. They say hope breeds eternal misery, but really without hope, what else have we got?

Kristie Betts (via wnq-writers)

[wvstedpotential-deactivated2024]

[heavensghost]

[technetics]

[wnq-writers]

I don’t think I miss you, not really. But from time to time, I can’t help but wonder how you are. If your corner of the world is treating you right; if your happy days outnumber the bad. I do not miss you anymore… But I hope you know I remember.

died-of-thirst  (via wnq-writers)

[decision]

[sleepin]

[wordsnquotes]

Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.

Emery Allen (via wordsnquotes)