You said the anger would come back
just as the love did.

— Anne Sexton, “Again and Again and Again,” from Love Poems (via adderalldust)

(Source: lifeinpoetry, via adderalldust)

27 Aug 2014 Reblogged from lifeinpoetry

I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.

— Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour - via violentwavesofemotion (via perfect)

(via thebravestscars)

There is, in fact, an incredible freedom in having nothing left to lose.

— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia (via wordsnquotes)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via lildeadprincess)

25 Aug 2014 Reblogged from wordsnquotes

I’m not coldhearted -
I’m just tired
Of getting burned
By the same fire.

— m.v., dragon lady. (via findingwordsforthoughts)

(via hlpnd)

I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine 
and which ones I created to please you.

— The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You/ Lora Mathis lora-mathis (via possibilityofliving)

(via hlpnd)

I want to live in an honest house
where the motion detector is so sharp
it knows when my thoughts leave the room.

I want a clap on lamp that works as a polygraph;
when you swear you still love me, the lights flicker.

— Megan Falley, “The Honest House” (via bostonpoetryslam)

(via hlpnd)

23 Aug 2014 Reblogged from bostonpoetryslam

I should have given you less.

— Six Word Story (via paraserene)

(Source: dominicmatthew, via rathuman)

23 Aug 2014 Reblogged from dominicmatthew

I shrunk myself
Just to leave
Less of me
For you to take.

— M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

My battered heart will always be
where the ocean meets the sand, I
will break over and over

Every day. That is the best and
worst part of me.

— Clementine von Radics (via journalofanobody)

(via clementinevonradics)

20 Aug 2014 Reblogged from journalofanobody

I am a work in progress.

— Violet Yates, Lost & Found (via versteur)

(Source: observando, via lildeadprincess)

20 Aug 2014 Reblogged from observando

I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.

— Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via wordsnquotes)

(via citrum)

20 Aug 2014 Reblogged from wordsnquotes

The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.

— L.L  (via mermaidsongs)

(Source: , via baby--tiger)

18 Aug 2014 Reblogged from fleurthorn