Seeking Shelter

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[larmoyante]

She was wired into my heart. Twisted and kinked and threaded right through.

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home (via larmoyante)

[rawie]

There are poems inside of you that paper can’t handle.

Y.Z  (via thatkindofwoman)

[theunquotables]

No artist tolerates reality.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via wanduring)

[peterthewebslingerparker]

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

T.S. Eliot  (via lovequotesrus)

[arkelune]

I should have kissed you longer.

six word story (via boymoans)

[mentaltimetraveller]

Louise Bourgeois

[lindsey-e]

One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil—lighthouse of your universe—as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.” One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, “So you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?” “Of course not.” the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.

(via albinwonderland)

[pilvebaleriiin]

Untitled | via Tumblr on We Heart It.

[slowlylearningtobreathe-blog]

I love it. 

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

You don’t ever really let go, though. You don’t stop. You don’t stop hurting, you don’t stop loving. It doesn’t go away, you just keep living and eventually things get pushed into the background of your life so it’s not consuming you every day. And then one day you know you’re okay. It still hurts, you still miss that person. And yeah, you forget the details. The way she smelled, the way her mouth tasted, how her skin felt, the sound of her voice. It’s almost like a different life, a different person that loved her, was with her. But on a day-to-day level, you know you’re okay. Sort of.

Jasinda Wilder, Falling Into You (via wanduring)

[magic-spelldust]

[thegirlwhocrieswolf]

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[uracockblock]

[namasteh]

[gretaxgill]

Scientifically I know that love is nothing more than chemical insanity nothing more than a rush of adrenaline to the brain an outpouring of dopamine, impulses of oxytocin and serotonin I know the air travels down the pharynx through the larynx, the trachea and into my lungs I know the heart beats at eighty beats per minute that my blood flows from atrium to ventricle from artery to vein But I also know I lose my breath when you touch me, and my heartbeat sounds like your name I know your laugh makes me tremble and your smile unleashes a riot of butterflies within me. and no matter how hard I try science can’t explain it, this mad and passionate, extraordinary love “beyond pheromones, hormones, aesthetics of bone” my heart beats only for you

poems for heather, day three  (via 231895)

[absentions]

You can kiss her, but my laugh will still be lingering in your mouth.

absentions (via absentions)

[haltingly]

What a relief to feel longing in my arms, passion in my legs, craving after beauty in my hands rather than in my head for once.

The Beautiful Room is Empty, by Edmund White (via haltingly)

[darkgrant]