eyewitness, n. So much of my history resides in you now; so much of your...– David Levithan (via weissewiese)
Tomorrow will be better.” “But what if it’s not?” I asked. “Then you say it...– Amy and Roger’s Epic Detour by Morgan Matson (via lostinthesounds)
I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak And then suck my ex...– Rudy Francisco, “Love Poem Medley” (via larmoyante)
We tend to think animals are lower than us, but all the scientists in the world...– Stuart Wilde (x)
I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.– Beatrice Sparks, Go Ask Alice (via charmingbookquotes)
People look so beautiful when their expressions show that they know they have a...– Nakajima in Banana Yoshimoto’s The Lake (via jjoongie)
It is not where you are or what you are physically doing in the real world that...– Kymia Nawabi (via builtbylasers)
Every person dreams, and every dreamer is a kind of artist. The formal artist is...– Joyce Carol Oates (via lindsay-irene)
This was nonsense, of course, but there’s nothing wrong with occasionally...– Lemony Snicket’s “Who Could That Be at This Hour?” (via perspectiveacles)
905x289x647 asked: promo me plz bb. :c i feel lonely and unloved.
the shortest love poem ever
writingsforwinter: I still drunk-text you even when I’m sober and I still find your hair clogging the bathtub drain but none of that compares to the shape of your mouth on mine and Noah would probably want 5,000 copies of you on his ark, and God probably’d like to see you in heaven, or wherever it is that we go after this.
I can see us again, in the blue of that living room, the geraniums wilting...– (via letters-to-nobody)
You can’t make homes out of human beings.– Warsan Shire (via larmoyante)
Six word story, 17
“We never fit together just right.”
I have seen this too many times before. The unwarranted devotion. Putting up...– David Levithan, Every Day (via abovethemeadow)
I just think that people are so weird about nudity and the human body. Sex is...– Emily Browning (via skintones)
I hated labels anyway. People didn’t fit in slots - prostitute, housewife, saint...– White Oleander by Janet Fitch (via lostinthesounds)
Seeing through people is so easy, and it gets you nowhere,” remarked Elias...– On Love, Alain de Botton (via bitsome)
I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at...– Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via barbieandken)
ante, medius, postea.
i. i littered my floor with dozens of scrunched up paper balls with identical contents: a half-written love note to a stranger i saw Monday afternoon, (“i hung up your laughter on my porch / the flash of your smile on my front door”) ii. my coffee spilled in the shape of a crescent moon reminding me of the night that we sipped ice cold drinks in the middle of Winter, and you confessed...
Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable.– Nicholas Sparks, Dear John (via shauntaylor)
Writings for Winter: thoughts on the sheer beauty... →
writingsforwinter: It’s strange to think that the person you’re going to marry is somewhere out there, eating lunch in a subway station or spilling coffee on their dress slacks only five minutes before they have to leave the house for work, or looking in the mirror and hating what they see. Who knows how many mouths they’ve kissed, how many people they’ve slept with, but eventually, like a...