[petals-and-parchment]

When Sally Rooney wrote, “I am not a religious person, but I do sometimes think god made you for me.” And Emily Brontë wrote, “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” And Paulo Coelho wrote, “I realised that he was my other half , created just to be with me, and I with him.”

[mournfulroses]

Emily Brontë, from The Collected Works & Poetry of Emily Brontë; “Wuthering Heights,”

[nixscriptum]

[petals-and-parchment]

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists, the reality of everything.

Virginia Woolf, Night and Day

[nixscriptum]

[petals-and-parchment]

Jean Webster, Daddy-Long-Legs (Daddy-Long-Legs, #1)

[petaltexturedskies]

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

[dumblr]

Suddenly I don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because I have always yearned for someone to understand my soul.

[ruhaniya]

“i’ll take care of you” will be one of the most gentlest things someone can say to you

[nixscriptum]

[thekashishverse]

I hate having an internal monologue. Girl shut the fuck up.

[sunsetquotes]

I wish I had done everything on earth with you.

Baz Luhrmann; The Great Gatsby

[tenderlypressed]

[petals-and-parchment]

Like a wound that forgets to heal,

like love that refuses to die quietly.

[petals-and-parchment]

I don't know what to say to you except it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you.

- Vita Sackville-West, letter to Virginia Woolf dated 28 January 1927

[petals-and-parchment]

maybe I love tragic books and cry-along songs because being emotionally stable is simply not my aesthetic.

[lunamonchtuna]

— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena (via lunamonchtuna)

[petals-and-parchment]

"You kiss the back of my legs and I want to cry. Only the sun has come this close, only the sun."

Shauna Barbosa, Cape Verdean Blues (Pitt Poetry Series)