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please don't understand me too quickly

[wordsthat-speak]

You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of the sudden, even though you have some place where you can put your stuff, that idea of home is gone.

Garden State (via wordsthat-speak)

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[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

[tylerknott]

Everyone reads them, but these words belong to you. You’ve always known this.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

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[cobrashark]

[misswallflower]

[thelovejournals]

Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I’m heavy, like there’s too much gravity on my heart.

Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer  (via thelovejournals)

[ravensandrocks-deactivated20200]

I have cried an ocean for you but still your ship refuses to sail.

Michael Faudet    (via michaelfaudet)

[mujeringrata]

i want a soft love that feels like when ur standing in the sunlight and u don’t want to leave and that gives u the sensation of lazily melting into what’s around u as u take it all in

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

[luxelouubygemmalouise-deactivat]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I ought to be able to know how to write by now, and it seems to me at this point I ought to know how to live. That is, I ought to be able to dig a trench in my soul and find something there.

Anne Sexton, from a letter to Claire S. Degener featured in A Self-Portrait in Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

[book-caps]

Michael Faudet, Dirty Pretty Things

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren’t the same thing.

Maggie Stiefvater, Forever (via simply-quotes)

[doctorwhogeneration]

[wordsnquotes]

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because romantic doesn’t mean sugary. It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.

Catherine Breillat, “Interview by Martin Tsai,” The New York Sun   (via starkcarters)

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