February 2012
cassygolightly:
You can employ all the beautiful words in the dictionary to compose the most superfluous, intricate sentences. You can impress people with your vocabulary and spew nonsense that dressed up like gospel. But in the end, the most tried and true messages are so simple it’s astonishing. The most ordinary phrases—probably ones you’ve heard your entire life, ignored, overlooked or even...
she-whispers:
We went from living seven hours to only ten minutes apart from one another and yet I feel more distant from you than I have ever been in our years of friendship. Everything you’ve ever said about us being indestructible, about how you would never lose me, how you’d never do the same things you’ve done after realizing just how much it hurt me… lies. You know what hurts the most...
'mouthful of diamonds' isn't my phrase
lyricrhetoric:
she’s got a mouthful of diamonds and a fistful of secrets to prove it. she swallows her secrets whole and picks her teeth with my bones; her closet a mountain of us. I, and her ex lovers in the cramped space, the lump of coal at the back of her throat. we are the words that are dead, the unsaid. we are the secrets that build up under pressure and turn into diamonds. to hold us she...
“No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.”
– Haruki Murakami (via vineetkaur)
“A girl who could send tear-stained telegrams.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via lavandula)
she-whispers:
Do not mistaken my loneliness for some sort of desire to have a significant other. A lover does not fulfill the spaces of emptiness, of course that would be one of the many wrong reasons people fall in love nowadays anyway.
incandescenc-e:
I wish someone loved me enough to fill roomfuls of galaxies with my written form, right up there next to the winking stars. I wish I was a little dog-eared paperback novel that they carried around with them, always, or a thin book of poetry gently scribed from my place in their treasury with love, or a worn-out moleskin notebook of two-minute scribbled thoughts, little sunbursts...
boywandering:
Whisper. Whisper those words to me, the-three-words-with-eight-letters-three-syllables-one-meaning that I’ve been craving to hear from you. But here’s the catch. I only want to hear it when your heart is completely into it, when you’ve thrown yourself into this crazy abyss with reckless abandon, with no strings or reservations tying you or holding you back but instead that you...
“You think that you are an iconoclast, but you’re not. You just move, or replace...”
– The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje (via claudere)
“She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that...”
– Simone de Beauvoir (via moldavia)
milklust:
sometimes the only place i feel safe is ikea
boywandering:
And when the going gets tough, you’ll hold fast. Anchor yourself to who you are, to what you are, to what you treasure, and to what you believe. If you let go, you might find that you’ll lose yourself in the storm, but if you can just hold on, you’ll weather the weather, the sleet and the snow, the rain and the winds, the night and the darkness. Hold fast and never, ever let go.
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