because one day
you mean the world to me
and the very next day
you are what i hate the most
wish i could detest you
as much as i love you
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because one day
you mean the world to me
and the very next day
you are what i hate the most
wish i could detest you
as much as i love you
My dear, people are not homes; they are experiences, momentary presences in your life. You cannot hold on to them forever.
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
“I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.”
— Charles Bukowski
Take the blood right from my veins and see how beautiful it looks bleeding out of me, it's almost as beautiful as you, almost...
Jeanette Winterson, from "One Aladdin Two Lamps," originally published in November 2025
And I don’t know, don’t know, if we belong together or apart, except that my soul lingers over the skin of you
Anne Sexton, 45 Mercy Street; from ‘Waking Alone’
from "Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1939-1947)"
Sugarblood, Liz Bowen
“I feel that I’m losing the most beautiful years of my life.”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to his sister written c. March 1912
“Please be patient with me. Sometimes when I’m quiet it’s because I need to figure myself out. It’s not because I don’t want to talk. Sometimes there are no words for my thoughts.”
— Kamla Bolanos
It just won't stop growing inside,
No matter how much I resist it, it won't go away.
One day, I am bidding you goodbye, the next I am yearning.
-versesofourhearts
Like ivy against a brick wall.
If you hold me without hurting me—you’ll be the first who ever did.