H A L S E Y

laura. 19. pa.

[thequotejournals]

I have loved you. I did my best.

The Theory of Everything (2014), Dir. James Marsh (via thequotejournals)

[mysilentconfessionstoyou]

If you are searching for love, I hope you find it.  If you are seeking for closure, I hope it’s given to you.  If you are looking for yourself, I hope that you discover something beyond what you were expecting.  If you are trying to move on, I hope that you’ll find the strength to walk away. If you are trying to find happiness, I wish you a successful journey.

If you want something, I hope that you have the courage to go after it, and above all, I hope that you get what you want. 

-m.t.t.

(via mysilentconfessionstoyou)

[loveserum-deactivated20191021]

I can’t say loving you was easy. I can’t say it was easy like it’s easy to miss the sun during the winter and it wasn’t easy like loving the way leaves turn color in the fall. Loving you was so hard – but nothing, nothing, could compare to losing you. When you left my life it felt like you branded every inch of my heart with a different memory and then blew it to pieces. It felt like I had pieces of my obliterated heart just floating through my blood stream, and randomly, for no reason at all, some memory would make its way to my head and play behind my eyes like a movie screen. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to make it stop. Those technicolor movie showings made my day when you left. Every single day. The worst part - the absolute worst part of it all, though, was that if you had told me you wanted me back? If you had decided that suddenly my love was enough? Well. I would’ve dropped to my knees and stuck tape between my teeth and pieced every inch of my heart back together for you. I would’ve shoved my heart back into your arms and asked with tears in my eyes- God, please, please, make it better. I couldn’t bear to live my life through a movie that I didn’t know how to play the part for anymore.

A Dedication to the Way You Tore Me to Pieces (via loveserum)

[books-n-quotes]

Well, we all make mistakes, dear, so just put it behind you. We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea (via books-n-quotes)

[on-poetry]

Summer left and took all the good memories with him, Storing them for later, tucked Beneath his skin, plucks histories like autumn leaves until there’s Nothing left but breeze, and Who was I when I was still the person in your brain? Your summer skin. Relearning The ways a body becomes an addict when The trees come bare, I promised not to say your name but I Still wish that i could haunt you. Space-seeker. Witness to the sky. I’m forgetting the ways we basked in our sunlight, turning green, your fertile earth, How you always took the good you give when you’ve forgotten how to love. Like that night we left our ghosts out to dry I am Dancing in a yellow orchard of the geography of your skin, your eyes, the way you taste like summer wind, Always too fleeting to feel anything, Always running away. Until I steal the body you buried i’m just another ghost in sepia tone, An august memory: Brown by lust for the earth you stole, Green by the love that haunts you.

Sean Glatch// Orchard (via 7-weeks)

[quotes-shape-us]

Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.

Richard Siken (via quotes-shape-us)

[dijetedrago]

me, a sensitive and very emotional person who cries easily and can’t take any criticism: i wanna fight someone

[dk-thrive]

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. […]

Mary Oliver, Wild Geese (via dk-thrive)

[suspend]

Sometimes you have to break promises not because you want to but because you have to.

-3 am thoughts (via suspend)

[owlcityofficial-deactivated2016]

I like the way the sun sets in the evening and how crinkles form by your eyes when you smile I like smudged handwriting because it reminds me of you a little messy but still beautiful

10/11/15 (via thefrontbeanies)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I seem to want to waste time…savagely waste time…throw it away in handfuls…in order to realize suddenly (I always begin realizing when the sun sets) how terrible it is, how irrevocable, what I am doing.

Joyce Carol Oates, from a journal entry (via violentwavesofemotion)

[victoriajoan]

I have loved you too often.

Jennifer Denrow, from California (via victoriajoan)

[victoriajoan]

be ugly & too much to handle. take too much & give everything you can. bring too many people to places they weren’t invited, leave early. stay longer than expected

[victoriajoan]

I don’t know if you have the words I need. I know you didn’t need the ones I had.

Marilyn Hacker, from Going Back to the River (via victoriajoan)

[victoriajoan]

The soul’s like all matter: why would it stay intact, stay faithful to its one form, when it could be free?

Louise Glück, from Ararat (via victoriajoan)

[victoriajoan]

She was like a person walking in calm water; for some reason, the sea couldn’t bring itself to hurt her.

Louise Glück, from Ararat (via victoriajoan)

[victoriajoan]

You’re what I had to learn to do without.

Marilyn Hacker, from Winter Numbers (via victoriajoan)