Rose

[psychesoul19]

//Dear God, allow me to make a home I don't feel like running away from//

[free-my-mindd]

[joselandsallee]

I’ll find you again my love. 💔

[psychesoul19]

It is fitting to a life devoid of that one spark, that one thing you could never forget and yet never completely explain to any person. Because for everyone else, its incorrigible, only two of you know, if irony doesn't take part, and they love you too.

[psychesoul19]

When C.S. Lewis said "Love is never wasted, for its value does not depend on reciprocity." And when Charlie Chaplin said " Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul" and when Bridgett Devoue said "we'll break our own hearts so that someone else can't"...

[ifwetalk-deactivated20240904]

“Does he love me? Does he love anyone more than me? Does he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.”

~Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

[psychesoul19]

Damn.

[metamorphesque]

When I'm quiet, that's when the truth emerges.

Louise Glück, The Untrustworthy Speaker

[wallflowerjill1]

How many times have you looked at strangers and noticed small good things about them like "whoa the way their hair bounces is cute", "she has such nice eyelashes", "her hands look so soft ", "those pants suit him well" etc? So many random strangers, you have been one of those for so many other people too.

~Unknown

[ethereal-muses]

What happens when people open their hearts? They get better.

– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[kafkabot-deactivated20240906]

"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us."

The Collected Letters, Franz Kafka

[wallflowerjill1]

I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.

~Vincent Van Gogh

[greeksblog]

And so I try to be kind

To everything I see

And in everything I see

I see him.

[waitingforthesunrise]

I love you (I’d die for you) i love you (but to be alive is harder still) I love you (the worst sound I ever heard was someone begging.) I love you (I’d rip out my lungs for you. What do you mean, please don’t leave?) I love you (if I could drink your poison I would) I love you (and your name is written on my ribs) I love you (let me hold you) I love you (i wish there were better words for it) i love you (I will look all the words I cannot say) I love you (I’d make you breakfast every morning) I love you (please. let me stay with you. let me help) I love you (your laugh heals every crack in my heart) I love you (I’d die for you) I love you (but you make life seem worth living) I love you (and I’m glad I’m alive with you.) i love you (I do.)

[laylaslibrary]

Bring me warm rain and dried lavender and you. I want you most of all.

—Emery Allen

[wallflowerjill1]

Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.

~Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live

[flowersforfrancis]

[ethereal-muses]

To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.

– Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume One

Image via @happyheidi

[hiraethharmony]

the most beautiful souls intertwine without the necessity of exchanging words

- 𝒉 𝒊 𝒓 𝒂 𝒆 𝒕 𝒉