[ilostgatsby]

And you make jokes because you’re afraid to take anything seriously. Because if you take things seriously, they matter.

House, M.D., Damned If You Do (via ilostgatsby)

[thequotejournals]

Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.

Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman. (via wordsnquotes)

[state0fdusk]

There is a difference between kissing someone because they are attractive and kissing someone because words can no longer accurately express your feelings for the person

(via poetic)

[wnq-writers]

Why do you think I built a fortress around me? It was never to keep you out, it was to keep the monster in.

taprobabe (via wnq-writers)

[thequotejournals]

The fault dear…is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar (via thequotejournals)

[wnq-writers]

Your heart is an ocean and I want to drown.

(via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

I have tasted deadlier poisons and survived, what makes you think I do not possess an antidote to your brand of poison too?

Nikita Gill (via thelovejournals)

[wnq-writers]

I think we all die plenty times while we live; heartbreaks and  broken minds, ripped skin and bleeding hearts. Actions and reactions, everything leads to another and then we die over and over. But we live too. Oh, do we live so many times while we are alive! Butterflies and tilted smiles, healed scars and love at first sight. Beautiful words that lead to smiles everything leads to another and we live over and over. We die, we live, but in the end we are happy and whole.

just-another-poet  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

she misses him, but she misses herself more. he went with pieces of her that she can’t get back.

iambrillyant  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

You are such a star. Bright, beautiful, and something worth looking up to.

Dexter Noox (via wnq-writers)

[themooncriedout-deactivated2018]

You firestar. Pool of moonburst. You turned my skin to dust.

Jeanann Verlee, from Finally I Allow Him The Pen (via illuminosity)

[wnq-writers]

At the end of the day we want to impress our enemies more than our best friends.

saintly-sinner   (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

Oddly enough, I feel that I went into this without all of my pieces and I’m coming out with all of them. Honestly, I’m glad to have met someone like that. Someone who taught me to see the magic. Someone who reminded me how to be playful and flirty and adventurous. Someone who brought me to a land fueled by imagination. Someone who really understood me. I’m glad I had the chance to experience all of this.

kaze-arashi  (via wnq-writers)

[quotethat]

A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.

Jonaida Estrada González, (x)

[poetryandthesea]

Would life even be worth living if there was nothing to die for?

// rhetorical philosophy j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

[ashandabstraction]

i asked her how do you kill a king she laughed  who still believes in kings?

and it sounded like his final gasp  | kmp

((for @nepenthenet‘s prompt “how to kill a king”))