The only thing
you ever taught
me about love
is that it will
never mean
anything to me
without you.

— Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 29 (via larmoyante)

(Source: venula, via larmoyante)

20 Sep 2014 Reblogged from venula

The world is gone, I must carry you.

— Paul Celan, from “Vast, glowing vault”, (trans. Michael Hamburger)

(Source: the-final-sentence, via angeldusttt)

I have so much of you in my heart.

— John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne (via larmoyante)

(via angeldusttt)

19 Sep 2014 Reblogged from larmoyante

You look like a winter night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

— Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via hierarchia)

(Source: ricktimus, via baby--tiger)

18 Sep 2014 Reblogged from ricktimus

More and more frequently
the edges
of me dissolve.

— Margaret Atwood, from More And More (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Source: literarymiscellany, via baby--tiger)

All my sleepless nights,
I put into a quiet word.

— Anna Akhmatova, from Confusion (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepared for how it feels.

— Natalie Standiford, How to Say Goodbye in Robot (via buhaybabae)

(Source: larmoyante, via rrobbed)

16 Sep 2014 Reblogged from larmoyante

More and more frequently
the edges
of me dissolve.

— Margaret Atwood, “More and More.” (via literarymiscellany)

(via whux)

I can’t abandon
the person I used to be
so I carry her

— 365 Days of Haiku, Day #123  (via silentious)

(via official-mens-frights-activist)

I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much.

— Emery Allen (via wordsnquotes)

(via redefiningolivia)

13 Sep 2014 Reblogged from wordsnquotes

kaitrokowski:

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

(via rathuman)

13 Sep 2014 Reblogged from kaitrokowski

But mostly I just stand in the dark field,
in the middle of the world, breathing —

— Mary Oliver, from "What Is There Beyond Knowing" (via weissewiese)

(Source: barnsburntdownnow, via weissewiese)