unweighted down by passion or intensity

The craving for you
never seems to slow itself,
never seems to stop.

— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time.

— Jonathan Carroll  (via selflessheart)

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It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

— Sylvia Plath  (via beautifulytragic)

(Source: youcreatedthismonster, via flowerbuds)

Even as I hold you, I am letting you go.

— Alice Walker (via larmoyante)

She’s never where she is,” I said. “She’s only inside her head.

— White Oleander (via skin-n-bones)

(Source: bobcharley, via halfemptychest)

I told myself you are not allowed to hurt me anymore. That’s what hurts the most.

— Iain Thomas (via wordsthat-speak)

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When you’re young, you think it’s going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close - as close as you can get - to another person only makes clear the impassable distance between you.

— Nicole Krauss (via thechocolatebrigade)

I did not need to know if he could love me.
I needed to know if he could need me.

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via adderalldust)

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Sometimes I miss you
the way someone drowning
remembers the air.

— Tim Seibles   (via de-licacy)

(Source: larmoyante, via citrum)

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via larmoyante)

When I waked, I cried to dream again.

— William Shakespeare, The Tempest (via grecianurn)

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Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.

— Sue Grafton, M Is for Malice (via quotes-shape-us)

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