If you ever ask me how many times you’ve crossed my mind, I would say once. Because you came, and never left.
- (via nie-wieder-fuehlen)
Posted 3 months ago | J
Posted 3 months ago | J
You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.
- Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides (via cesaray)
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Posted 3 months ago | J
Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.
- -Unknown
Posted 7 months ago | J
Inspiration exists, but it must find you working.
- Pablo Picasso (via psych-facts)
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When “i” is replaced with “we” even illness becomes wellness.
- Malcolm X (via amorestavivo)
Posted 8 months ago | J
You don’t cross my mind, you live in it.
- (via mostaheel)
Posted 8 months ago | J
I can turn you into poetry, but I cannot make you love me.
- Fragment #8  (via refluent)
Posted 8 months ago | J
I was 19 when I finally stopped opening the door for unrequited love.
I was 20 when I first learned that
courage tasted like bitter wine and metal. Like blood and honey.
When I told you I loved you,
I screamed it. I let it rip
it’s way out of my throat, and
it felt so good that I cried.
The other day, you walked by me
with your friends and I could feel the pity in your stare.
Don’t you do that.
Don’t you look at what I had for you and call it weak.
Not when you were the one afraid of it.
I stood there with my hands open,
my mouth bruised tender with supplication.
Don’t you dare treat me like a victim of my own emotions, like being
moved to my knees by love
was a mistake that I regret.
I will go to my grave with the memory
of the bravery in my bones.
I am not ashamed of any of it.
Not the closed door in my face
or the static silence of my phone
for weeks after.
I was not afraid.
I am still not afraid.
I will never be afraid again.
Bring in the beasts with teeth
like tree branches.
Bring in all the men who will never love me.
Bring in the monsters with
faces carved out of stone.
I am not afraid.
They can eat me alive.
I am not afraid.
I will cut my way out of their bellies.
I am not afraid.
Never again.
- Unrequited | Caitlyn S. (via absentions)
Posted 8 months ago | J