"I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love."
Jonathan Safran FoerExtremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via feellng)
"Yes, I miss you, I miss you."
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West  (via violentwavesofemotion)
"The Greek word for “return” is nostos. Algos means “suffering.” So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return."
Milan Kundera, Ignorance (via whyallcaps)
"Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them."
"Learning to ignore things is one of the great paths to inner peace."
Robert J. SawyerCalculating God (via feellng)
"She was desperate and she was choosy
at the same time and, in a way,
beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough
going for her to become what
she imagined herself to be."
"A woman who writes feels too much."
Anne Sexton (via sunst0ne)
"To handle yourself, use your head; to handle others, use your heart."
"In the end you can’t always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go."
Ally Condie, Crossed (via quotethat)
"I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren’t the same thing."
Maggie Stiefvater, Forever (via larmoyante)
"The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you’ve already stopped loving that person forever."
Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via teenager90s)
"The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years."
"Even on the good days,
he is a mountain I can’t climb.
A bridge I can’t get over.
His spine means sacrifice.
Means look at all the ways
I stretched myself out for you.
Look at all the ways it wasn’t enough.
It’s my fault for showing him
the wolves in my belly.
The moons I swallowed
until my stomach howled
from the weight of it all.
He carried carnivals
in his hands and kissed me
like he was on top of
a Ferris wheel every time.
Like he saw the world from
where he was standing.
He still loves me,
I understand,
but he is someone else’s
best poem now.

To that person I’d like to say:
I’m sorry for the stars I painted on
the inside of his eyelids.
I wanted him to see
galaxies growing through my skin.
even when he was asleep.
I miss him terribly,
and I loved him terribly, I know,
but I hope you bring the
prince in him back to life.
I’m sorry about the dragons
I left behind."
Y.Z, my mountain boy, I hope you’re well (via rustyvoices)

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mimickingmaelstroms:

"who is this boy you keep kissing in your poetry?"

"Don’t cry over someone who wouldn’t cry over you."
 Lauren Conrad (via feellng)