Nicole

[nuyorc]

“Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.”

— Stephen King, The Body 1982

[lifeinpoetry]

“The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.”

— Langston Hughes, from “Suicide’s Note”

[lifeinpoetry]

“In this love you are like a knife, with which I explore myself.”

— Franz Kafka; letter to Milena Jesenská written on September 14, 1920 (Letters to Milena)

[lifeinpoetry]

“I take off my hands and I give them to you but you don’t want them, so I take them back and put them on the wrong way, the wrong wrists.”

— Richard Siken; “Seaside Improvisation”

[lifeinpoetry]

“I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road.”

— Anne Sexton; “January 24th”

[lifeinpoetry]

“Hell is not a place, it’s a state of mind and body. It’s an obsession with a voice, a face, a name.”

— Susan Kay, from Phantom

[lifeinpoetry]

Maybe I was using him to unhook me from myself. Letting him untether me a little. Letting him wind me out.

— Kyra Wilder, from Gloss

[lifeinpoetry]

Sometimes I felt the same, that electricity, that blankness like a flash that whites everything out.

— Kyra Wilder, from Gloss

[dontbe-rude]

“I love you because you taste like mornings when all I’ve been having are nights.”

— Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

[brittneybrightside]

“When it comes to sweet souls, it takes one to know one.”

— zenmister (You are a reflection of what you love)

[unpoeticheartbreak]

“I’m lost somewhere between hell and home.”

— Seven word story

[dontbe-rude]

“I love when my hands get filthy from your stardust.”

— Awakened Vibrations  (via blackshivers)

[earlysea]

“We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all.”

— John Hughes, The Breakfast Club Script 

[dontbe-rude]

“Y, a usted que le gusta tanto el infierno, venga y quemase en las llamas de mi cuerpo.”

— Jorge Muñoz (via palabrasconcafe)

[ampleure]

““Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours because they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that.””

— annonymous

[pastel-lipz]

“I wonder who’s arms would I run and fall into if I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved”

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[ohsarahkay]

“Some nights I wake up with a black hole in my chest- it echoes like a beat-boxing hurricane and burns like a grandmother’s memory. ”

—

Sarah Kay, Peacocks