[thingsiwhispertopaper]

“He’s beautiful. Not just in looks but his personality. His voice. His demeanor. His heart. His soul. His very essence. He’s just… beautiful.”

[un-writings]

Today my heart hurt for the first time in a while

And what a relief it was, 

                                     to know I’m still alive

[katinko-cat]

“Thank you for filling my heart with all of these colors even if you are not aware that you do. You really do.”

— a.c @philocalistsonder

[wnq-typography]

Unspoken

More Tennessee Williams at wordsnquotes

[4am-reflections]

“if i promise to make you spaghetti once a week for the rest of our lives, will you make sure i have coffee every morning? if you protect me from all the evil clowns in this world, i promise to hold you on the nights where it feels too hard to breathe. despite my fear of heights i will fall for you, as long as you promise to fall too.”

— 4am

[secretlywanderlust]

“It’s a tragically beautiful thing, don’t you think, to have somebody to miss.”

— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 61 “Cross country”

[thatlittleshit]

Dirty hands wash my black soul.  Hands as dark as the deepest night,  can make me shine brighter than the sun. Dirty words leave my tongue,  my 'I love you' tastes burnt. These pages are long written, the words are long gone.  Your shelter,  ... let me lay my head on it.  As long as I can, even if it's just for a second. And after that, my love will leave a stain.  Mountains to climb, but it will be worth the view, borrow me your lungs, please. I might get out off breath halfway through, but let us share this moment. Let us breathe the same air, two lungs are enough for now.  But let us just live this second, let us make this second an eternity.

memories

[sunsetquotes]

“If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless.”

— John Green; Looking for Alaska

[juansendizon]

““Too much imagination. Too much creativity. That’s why dreamers don’t succeed in the real world.” they told me. “I know,” I replied. “But in all the worlds I’ve created I was free—and I was alive—and I was loved. And I still am.””

— juansen dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower page 260

[ink-and-oceans]

“There’s not one day that I don’t wonder if it’s worth it, but you always remind me that it is. That even if the sky falls and the world crumbles, we will fight our way through this, hands held, one step at a time.”

— tara love / you’ve shown me hope and i am forever grateful

[fuckpoetics]

He loves like fire. Every time he touches me, I can hear summer calling my name, and I melt, melt, melt when our eyes meet. He keeps me warm on winter nights, but sometimes the light of his love burns me into nonexistence. See, I love like ice. I send chills down his spine and goosebumps litter his skin when our lips touch. My kisses are like cold water droplets slipping down, down, down until he is shaking with it. My love freezes time. We express in different ways, but we are self-aware. We recognize that fire and ice must tread carefully around one another, for they are each their own extreme. But I would rather his love burn me to death than swim in the same icy ocean with someone, looking at each other through salt-blurred eyes, only to realize we’re miles apart and we’ve gone numb to the waves.

t.s. (via fuckpoetics)

[soracities]

Octavio Paz, ‘Before the Beginning’, A Tree Within (trans. Eliot Weinberger)

[adrasteiax]

“(…) how much honey can the heart stand, I wonder, before it must break?”

— Mary Oliver, from Poem: Softest Of Mornings in “Long Life: Essays And Other Writings”

[hinasyeda]

“My father slapped my heart, but my mind is what broke. I am the name of the nameless. I am the voice of the voiceless. I am the love of the hopeless. I roam and roam, not knowing that I am rootless.”

— born a bastard (when your protector, neglects you) // Hina Syeda @abillionlittlethoughts

[hinasyeda]

In all the seven seas, the oceans, and the breeze, find your way home. And realize all that you search for: exists in your very existence.

look within // Hina Syeda @abillionlittlethoughts (via hinasyeda)

[iiur1710-deactivated20220615]

You type what you’re feeling and press send before you have a chance to talk yourself out of it. And then you wait, and wait, and wait, and nothing comes back, so all those things you thought were so important to say, really, they weren’t. They weren’t worth saying at all.

I Was Here, Gayle Forman (via iiur171)

[quotespile]

Maturity… is knowing what your limitations are. Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything.

Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle (via quotespile)