clover.

[weltenwellen]

Sandra Cisneros, Woman Hollering Creek: And Other Stories

[somnifern]

single me: rational, reasonable, knows what she wants, knows when to say no

relationship me: all rationality is out the window, would sacrifice everything for her boyfriend

[somnifern]

you are heaven in hell

[yourakh]

أسوء مسافة بين شخصين، هي إساءة الفهم 
The worst distance between two people is misunderstanding.

[metaphorformetaphor]

“She wanted to run, but in a direction that did not exist,”

— Stig Dagerman, from “Men of Character,” Sleet: Selected Stories (Verba Mundi Books, 2013; first published 1986)

[adrasteiax]

“I want my heart back I want to feel everything again—”

— Louise Glück, from Blue Rotunda in “Poems 1962-2012″

[amargedom]

“I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via goodreadss)

[lifeinpoetry]

Do I exhaust you? Does the sky get tired of its heart burning all day long?

Ruth Baumann, from “Knowledge Was Never the Answer,” published in The Ampersand Review  (via seols)

[sunsetquotes]

“I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

[amargedom]

“I was quiet; but I was not blind.”

— Jane Austen (via naturaekos)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Her eyes are like velvet, the way only dark eyes can be, hers now are a mixture of still water and silt, revealing nothing at present except a kind of drowsy sweetness.

Marguerite Duras, from “The Ravishing of Lol Stein,” published c. 1964 (via seols)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I looked for love in things that were not love.”

— Florence Welch, referring to what inspired her to write the song “Hunger,”

[effervescent-sweetheart]

“She had lavender in her hair, and roses on her cheek.”

— (via ma-demoiselle-cherie)

[vladtheunfollower]

“Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing (via literatuer)

[purplebuddhaquotes]

Know this: you can start over each morning.

(via purplebuddhaquotes)

[sunbathe]

Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom.

Excerpt from ‘A Blessing’ by James Wright (1927-1980)

[constellation-suggestions]

“at least we’re under the same sky,” i say but when the moon looms above me and the sun burns defiantly above you, i feel you’re worlds away.