laisse le partir

you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans, holding me close until our eyes meet.

[thelovejournals]

There’s some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.

John Green, An Abundance of Katherines (via wnq-writers)

[5000letters]

When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you in the moonlight, you cling to me hard, as if clinging could save us. I think you think I will never die, I think I exude to you the permanence of smoke or stars even as my broken arms heal themselves around you.

Galway Kinnell (via 5000letters)

[thelovejournals]

I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.

Cassandra Clare (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

The world keeps moving without him? Your brain gets it but your heart is astonished.

Rosa Montero (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

That’s the curious thing about love, isn’t it? It makes very ordinary things seem special. It makes them seem so much more valuable than they really are.

Alexander McCall Smith, Trains and Lovers (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

So here’s my question: when you lose the most important person to you in the entire world, where is all the love – love you never even knew you were capable of – supposed to go?

Ted Michael, Crash Test Love

(via wnq-writers)

[breakup]

[lovequotesrus]

Everything you love is here

[writtenpolaroid]

My love, Maybe your death hurts this bad because perfect memories cause more damage than the bad ones I've never got to have. You're are amazing. Maybe it hurts so much because there's no possibility that I will find another copy of you out there, because amazing people aren't duplicated; they're unique in the deepness of their being. And there's no way to get over an amazing person, there's none. And perhaps because of that I will always live in the centre of comparison, because deep inside I will always be in doubt of being comparing anyone with you. I want to tell you there's no way to get over death, we only get distracted. The rest of life is only a distraction; we make excuses to hide that there's a piece of us missing. The death of a love is an open wound and I wanted to tell you it's not your fault neither is mine. I think that's is what being a person seems like. It's to give even what you don't have. Incredible as it may seem, your death only proved me what I already knew: I would always love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow. I keep asking myself if you were sure that I loved you that much and that you changed my life this way. I think so, your eyes told me you knew. I write this and I cry because I know this is a way I found to keep you alive, to keep you here with me. Forgetting anything about you is loosing a part of me, is like forgetting me too. I've stopped loving you romantically and started loving you universally as the biggest and best part of my life and I wanted to tell you this. Even though I'm living weird days, I think of you and pull myself all over again. Even though it hurts so bad. It was our love that made me get here and made me see the world as I see now. It was the promise I made when I knew you were gone of loving for two people. But there is loneliness here, my dear, we live in a world where people can't love even for one person. But our love was like the love of 7 billion people reunited. And I wanted to tell you, my love, that sometimes I think about giving up. Today I thought about giving up. And that's why I started writing to you. To feel you. For you I pull all of my skepticism aside. For you, I can forget anything. I love you in spite of the physical, because your love passed through me. Because it is in me as nothing else was able to. You live in me and I love you for making me believe in it and feel it.

what loosing the love of your life to death feels like

[wordsthat-speak]

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

Slaughterhouse Five (Kurt Vonnegut)

[clementinevonradics]

The past tense of “have” is “ache.” Used in a sentence: “I have a people, we are strong;” becomes “there is an ache where family should be.” The limitation in the combinations of words becomes a symbol of language’s failings: in the communication of magnitude nothing we could say will ever be big enough. There will never be enough words for 6 million, the closest we have is “Never again.”

When We Talk About the Holocaust Too Much, Allya Yourish

Published in The Rising Phoenix Review

(via clementinevonradics)

[made-of-fleshandeyelashes]

Maybe prose can be more visual than film.

Nicholson Baker (via made-of-fleshandeyelashes)

[blossomfully]

He runs his hand through his hair. “But that’s it, isn’t it?” He says. “When you love someone, you let them get away with murder. “Even if it’s your own.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #79 (via lipstick-bullet)

[wnq-anonymous]

One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way as someone who matters. As someone who can make a difference in the world. If you’re lucky enough to find this person, never let them go.

Susan Colasanti, So Much Closer (via wnq-anonymous)

[refiningfire]

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

I am filled with wanderlust and you are a new universe.

Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)

[bepeu-deactivated20171202]

the moon is very powerful tonight and im worried about the ocean because i know what its like to love someone who is larger than they realize

[thewordsyouneverunderstood]

You loved me while you could and that’s enough for me. So what comes after the end doesn’t hurt as much. I let you go on without the burden of my high hopes of the future, without the burden of all the things I wished we’d become. I don’t let myself go on with the burden of them either because it was easy to build dreams with you. When you’re young you think you have lifetimes and one morning you wake up and the person you love barely exists anymore and that’s okay. And it hurts because there is a list of things you’ll never get to be but for what it’s worth we tried for something and that has to be enough. So thank you for loving me while you could. Thank you for leaving me when you had to.

@thewordsyouneverunderstood (via thewordsyouneverunderstood)