Destructive

consider me dead

[sunsetquotes]

“You must allow yourself to outgrow and depart from certain eras of your life with a gentle sort of ruthlessness.”

— Katy Maxwell; girl of the earth

[randomfvckedupthoughts]

I love you.

I hope that was enough.

I love you.

Will it reach you the way I want to?

I love you... am I falling for someone I made up in my head?

I love you.

[the-book-diaries]

“I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.”

—

Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

[sparkandashes]

When I look at other teens,

I see them dance and all happy.

I wonder what went wrong with me?

@sparkandashes via tumblr

[endlesswordsonapage]

When I look at other people,

I see them so full and bursting with life.

I wonder, when did death claim me?

@sparkandashes

[persephonehades0615]

Persephone: *is slightly troubled by anything*

Hades: *wakes up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat, breathing heavy*

Hades: Something’s wrong.

[spookyxspace]

Could it be that Persephone was the butterfly with drunk Hades?

[jenny-jinya]

Full and finished short-story of the black cat. Please have a heart for black pets in general, animals do not deserve this kind of hostility. Please give credit when reposting, Thank you :)

[writing-tips-and-else]

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“But the first lesson reading teaches is how to be alone.”

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[purplebuddhaquotes]

“If we could be satisfied with anything, we should have been satisfied long ago.”

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[philosophyquotes]

“But how could you live and have no story to tell?”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

[randomfvckedupthoughts]

Sorry

[thethoughtfulbitch]

Hey guys!

Are you willing to follow me on insta? I just write stuff and if this post gets 200 notes I will share my insta handle😌

[thethoughtfulbitch]

Love, to me, is a private conversation. Love, to me, is a secret I don't tell everyone. Love, to me, is personal like pain, or poetry. Love, to me, is an expensive commodity I don't like to share. Tell me, if you had the shiniest pearl in the world, would you share it? Don't answer. I know you will lie. Just like I do. When they ask me about you. They giggle and talk, some find it curious, others outright antisocial. But I let them giggle. And talk. If it gives them joy. Because they don't know love, not the kind I experience, the kind that makes a grown man cry listening to a violin. The kind that makes priests bow down their heads in front of a stone idol. The kind that makes you content. The kind that makes you stop running. And sit down and relax. Love, to me, is a breeze on a hot summer day.

A discourse on love

[heartofmuse]

How can I keep safe a heart that wants to fly? How to keep warm a heart that desires to be laid completely bare? How can I keep it from the flame when all it does is long to burn?

e.v.e. (My heart)

[sinceofyoumore]

[purplebuddhaquotes]

““If you can see the light at the end of the tunnel, make sure it’s not the flames from the bridges you’ve burnt.””

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[purplebuddhaquotes]

““The empty swing set reminds us of this– that bad won’t be bad forever, and what is good can sometimes last a long, long time.””

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