The Fuel of Bad Grammar

The burden of love is the fuel of bad grammar. You stutter and stammer--what a bitch to convey the crux of the matter, when the words you must utter are hopelessly tangled in the memories and scars you show no one.

[theliteraryjournals]

I tried to leave you behind me, but I am more faithful than I intended to be.

Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

I pretended she was you.

J.D. Salinger, Nine Stories (via thelovejournals)

[wnq-writers]

So he just stood there with her name on his lips and her lips in his head.

vodkaisthatyou (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

I don’t love her any more, either. I don’t know. I do and I don’t. It varies. It fluctuates.

J.D. Salinger (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth — I count that something of a miracle.

Henry Miller (via thelovejournals)

[thefuelofbadgrammar]

I'm finally replacing the cologne you never returned to me.

[wordsnquotes]

Don’t fall in love with things or people; things break and people disappear.

Jorge Luis Borges (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

Neil Gaiman, Coraline (via wordsnquotes)

[thefuelofbadgrammar]

who could miss this?

[wordsnquotes]

When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.

E.M. Forster, “The Other Boat” (via wordsnquotes)

[yoursixwordstory]

today was hard. i wanted you.

(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

[nitakaroliina]

This guy 👌🏿. #charlesbukowski #poem #quoteoftheday #qotd #bukowski #regram

[yarr-62-deactivated20200817]

I loved you once, I love you still.

(via confusingmisery)

[wordsnquotes]

It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside…

Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

she’s the one. she’s not the one that I’m going to spend my life with. but she’s the one I’m never going to stop thinking about. she’s the one that’s going to play the strings of my heart when music is needed. she’s the air I’m going to gasp for when I’m drowning. she’s the one I’m going to wish I had till the day I die.

relajarsee (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then.

T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I think of you a lot. I think of you and me walking along in a parking lot at night. Our shoulders rubbing against each other as we listen to our voices. We’re both damaged and beautiful. We know the order of order and the order of disorder. We’ve both been hunted and nearly destroyed by weaklings with big ideas. We know the night.

Henry Rollins, Black Coffee Blues (via wordsnquotes)