rebecca

"oh the heart it hides such unimaginable things"

[rosecolouredwords]

life's a bitch. you've got to go out and kick ass.

maya angelou

[rosecolouredwords]

“i’ve wished on the lidded blue flames under your brow and baby, i wished for you”

[rosecolouredwords]

my heart no longer felt as if it belonged to me. it now felt as it had been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it.

meredith t. taylor

[rosecolouredwords]

“you got me smiling with tears in my eyes”

[rosecolouredwords]

her eyes were olive green―incisive and clear

dan brown

[rosecolouredwords]

“with no colours on our skin, we were light and paper thin”

[rosecolouredwords]

sometimes when i look at you, i feel i’m gazing at a distant star.

it’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.

maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

haruki murakami

[rosecolouredwords]

“no it's not important, they're just pretty words, my dear”

[rosecolouredwords]

“les générosites en amour se payent cher.”

natalie barney

[rosecolouredwords]

“there are no words in the english language i could scream to drown you out”

[rosecolouredwords]

"it was a bright cold day in april, and the clocks were striking thirteen."

george orwell

[rosecolouredwords]

“i hope i never lose the bruises that you left behind”

[rosecolouredwords]

though lovers be lost, love shall not

dylan thomas

[rosecolouredwords]

“long nights, daydreams, sugar and smoke rings”

[rosecolouredwords]

if you looked at me once with what i know is in you, i would be your slave

emily brontë

[rosecolouredwords]

“how can anybody have you and lose you, and not lose their mind too?”

[rosecolouredwords]

Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.

Charlotte Brontë