the glass inkwell

books, poetry, thoughts

[nimbuspub]

[the-book-diaries]

“But in the night he woke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken from him.”

— Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

[the-book-diaries]

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[happysops]

“No matter how often you step on me I will always grow back.”

— s.m.p

[justinloveletters]

She truly was a mystery.

When she looked into my eyes, she could see into my soul, learn things about me without me saying a word.

When she spoke, her voice lulled me into a false sense of security, I would have demolished my walls for her.

For being thousands of miles away from me, she had this alluring effect about her. Little did I know, it was because she had a darkness in her heart not unlike my own.

She told me, “Let me extinguish the darkness in your heart,” and I let her in to the deepest part of my being.

As it turned out, the darkness in my heart augmented the darkness in hers. She could not save me, much less save herself from being swallowed by darkness.

She truly was a mystery, and I never learned about her the way she did me.

– J.L., Mystery.

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

She was the hourglass and he was the sandstorm in her. Together their souls are timeless.

Lukas W. // Timeless souls (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[thelovejournals]

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via thelovejournals)

[wordsnquotes]

You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.

Andrea Gibson (via wordsnquotes)

[booksqouted]

Love and loss share the same unmade bed.

Michael Faudet, Dirty Pretty Things (via booksqouted)

[thelovejournals]

But just because you’re strong and resilient doesn’t mean you never need someone to be there for you, to take care of you.

Tammara Webber, Good For You (via thelovejournals)

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

In the quiet wild, we dance arm in arm, with love. Forever exists.

Lukas W. // Our little forever (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[wordsnquotes]

We spoke endlessly about everything and nothing. Now, I cannot even remember the sound of your voice.

Michael Faudet, Dirty Pretty Things (via wordsnquotes)

[talainakor]

(Talaina Fisher) | A Work of Fiction

[thequotejournals]

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

André Breton  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

if I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.

Charles Bukowski, “Letter to Katherine,” January 26, 1976 (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.

Ernest Hemingway (via wordsnquotes)

[mangomini]