You will exist, right there.
An eternal suspension
within me.

— Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems  (via human-voices)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via human-voices)

And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.

— For Women who are difficult to love, Warshan Shire (X)

(Source: findecita, via official-mens-frights-activist)

30 Jul 2014 Reblogged from findecita

I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.

— (via chuckhansen)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via ramblingsofanadvocate)

29 Jul 2014 Reblogged from wordsthat-speak

Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.

— (via 4259147)

(Source: morelovexlesshate, via okhayley)

I love you from the coma you put me in.

— Kim Addonizio, Forms of Love (via hellanne)

(via writingsforwinter)

29 Jul 2014 Reblogged from hellanne

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.

— Richard Siken  (via fragilis)

(Source: splitterherzen, via fragilis)

29 Jul 2014 Reblogged from splitterherzen

do not tell me
that you and i are
meant to be.
tell me there is every chance
that all the forces in the universe
could try to tear us
apart
and tell me that you
want to stay anyway.

— fate is the easy way out, by J. L. Black (via jacobintransit)

(via sociolab)

28 Jul 2014 Reblogged from jacobintransit

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

— Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via soulsscrawl)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via uhmeliamay)

They say that time flies, 
but you keep breaking its wings.

— Tablo, “Eyes, Nose, Lips” (via larmoyante)

23 Jul 2014 Reblogged from larmoyante

I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.

— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves  (via wethinkwedream)

(Source: larmoyante, via elige)

23 Jul 2014 Reblogged from larmoyante

This is why it hurts the way it hurts.

You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.

You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.

— Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via amourstatique)

(Source: abluesforbrklyn, via thebravestscars)

23 Jul 2014 Reblogged from abluesforbrklyn

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

— Michael Faudet (via onlinecounsellingcollege)