She didn’t understand
He didn’t do anything to explain
That is how the story ended


She longed to throw something at him. A chair. Herself.
— Loretta Chase, Silk Is For Seduction


Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
— Nizar Qabbani


It’s like quicksand (this negative tension): the harder I try to diffuse it, the worse it gets. (Intent on hearing things I haven’t said and seeing signs that aren’t there) it’s as if everything I do only serves to exasperate the situation. I suspect it is time I reacquaint myself with the simple truth that you can’t be everybody’s friend and that sometimes it really is best to look right through someone and tell yourself they aren’t there.


But I am slow thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby


It is far too easy to overlook the solitary raindrop. Not until it falls in a long period of drought do we truly learn to appreciate its life saving qualities.


Without ever realising I was cold, suddenly there it was - this flame, burning brightly and pulling me into its delicious warmth. And just like that, my days had been reduced to an exercise in how not to end up scorched and crumpled at your feet.


Does it feel the same,
the aching endless longing,
does it follow you?
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson


Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those
— Sylvia Plath

23rd April 2014

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Write books only if you are going to say in them the things you would never dare confide to anyone.

23rd April 2014

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True contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.

23rd April 2014

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Reading is primarily a symptom. Of a healthy imagination, of our interest in this and other worlds, of our ability to be still and quiet, of our ability to dream during daylight.
— Carmen Callil (among MANY others), Stop What You’re Doing and Read This (via quoted-books)

Source: quoted-books

23rd April 2014

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Who’s to say tomorrow won’t be the best day of your life?
— Matty Healy (via guy)

Source: todiscardanddiscover

23rd April 2014

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it’s late, and all that makes sense is your scent lingering on my bed sheets…
— mydarlingwhispers, I found you in my journal today (via mydarlingwhispers)

23rd April 2014

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There’s nothing so dangerous as a headstrong girl who knows her own mind.
— Mary Yellan | Jamaica Inn (via thatkindofwoman)

Source: springgreens

23rd April 2014

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I mourn the tragedy
of kisses that never happened,
the spark that was snuffed out,
months long after the moment
of faces so close they were warm
with each other’s breath & I mourn
even the kisses that did, my hair
in his fist, his hand yanking it
& me backwards & around to meet
his lips dry as Ohio grass during
a mid-July drought, or how I spun
to her scent & clumsily pressed
my mouth against her mouth
when I wanted a first kiss to be
so much more & instead it was
something remiss. I have done
many things like that kiss
& loved you recklessly like
dancing tongue tangos
with four different
boys or girls in one night
to forget the last person
who didn’t have the courage
to live a little. I keep trying
to find someone who can
(because you said you can’t,
said, ‘I can’t do it right, but there
will be someone who can.’ & when
you said that you meant love me,
you couldn’t love me, but were sure
others could do it without a failure rate
of seventy percent), but my hands
are still tied to your imaginary
bedpost & they are empty
& I am naked & it is cold
here where you left me
without even the care to remember
to cover my bruised body with a blanket
or tell anyone else where to find me
or how they could undo the bonds.

Source: mooneyedandglowing

23rd April 2014

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I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.
— Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (via larmoyante)

Source: larmoyante

23rd April 2014

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Rape is one of the most terrible crimes on earth. And it happens every few minutes. The problem with groups who deal with rape is that they try to educate women about how to defend themselves. What really needs to be done is teaching men not to rape. Go to the source and start there.
— Kurt Cobain talking in November 1991 about the background behind the song ‘Polly’ (via batsypayne)

Source: drive-my-rubber-soul

23rd April 2014

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You tore my soul to pieces the day you didn’t look back. Something told me that you would look back, that you would love me. But you didn’t and I walked down to that airport, got on the plane, and lost your face in the clouds. My vision of heaven hasn’t been the same since.
— p0eticpsych (via p0eticpsych)