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[bled]

[wordsthat-speak]

“Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.”

— The Office

[tullipsink]

A.M// please don’t break my heart

[anttheii-blog]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I loved him in my heart, always believed in him, and even after losing him could still not tear him out of my soul.”

— Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from Selected Works; “Heavenly Words,”

[luthienne]

“So if you love me, love me everywhere,”

— H.D., from Collected Poems 1912-1944; “Sigil”

[coral]

Your flaws are perfect for the heart that is meant to love you.

Unknown (via coral)

[ggcaps]

[coral]

Come sleep with me: We won’t make Love, Love will make us.

 Julio Cortázar (via coral)

[wnq-writers]

To be wanted by you Is a dream come true.

Bruce Adler (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

Still in my heart. Still in my mind. Still in my soul.

Bruce Adler (via wnq-writers)

[tylerknott]

When your heart sinks low, these hands will soothe the day from you, they will steal sorrow.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

[meanwhilepoetry]

“If you leave her, make sure she’s not the love of your life. Otherwise you will meet her one day, on an autumn street, yellow leaves blowing about her, her arms full of her child and a happy marriage. And she will as you expectantly, her eyes gleaming, hoping you found happiness too, “What did you trade me for?” And you will not be able to answer. Because all you traded true love in for is empty hands and a half full life.”

— Nikita Gill

[luthienne]

I feel very small. I don’t understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.

Anaïs Nin, from Nearer the Moon: The Previously Unpublished Unexpurgated Diary, 1937-1939 (via luthienne)

[proseccoandprose]

[soracities]

If love is anything tangible, it is his mouth his mouth, his holy god damned mouth. He says my name and the whole sky is talking.

Caitlyn Siehl, from ‘Tasting the Moon’ (via soracities)

[thelovejournals]

I will only let you touch me, if your hands are so full of intention, that every brush of your palms feels like you’re writing a novel on my skin.

Azra T., “Braille”  (via thelovejournals)