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

30th July 2014

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Atlas (U.A. Fanthorpe)

There is a kind of love called maintenance,
Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it;

Which checks the insurance, and doesn’t forget
The milkman; which remembers to plant bulbs;

Which answers letters; which knows the way
The money goes; which deals with dentists

And Road Fund Tax and meeting trains,
And postcards to the lonely; which upholds

The permanently rickety elaborate
Structures of living; which is Atlas.

And maintenance is the sensible side of love,
Which knows what time and weather are doing
To my brickwork; insulates my faulty wiring;
Laughs at my dryrotten jokes; remembers
My need for gloss and grouting; which keeps
My suspect edifice upright in the air,
As Atlas did the sky.

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29th July 2014

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I’m breaking my bones
to fit into places I’ve
already outgrown.
Kayla Hollatz, Overgrown [a haiku] (via thetalltwig)

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29th July 2014

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Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears,and hopes, and joys, and panting miseries,Tonight if I may guess, thy beauty wears a smile of such delight,As brilliant and as brightAs when with ravished, aching, nassal eyes,Lost in a soft amazeI gaze, I gaze
— John Keats 

Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears,
and hopes, and joys, and panting miseries,
Tonight if I may guess, thy beauty wears a smile of such delight,
As brilliant and as bright
As when with ravished, aching, nassal eyes,
Lost in a soft amaze
I gaze, I gaze

— John Keats 

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29th July 2014

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29th July 2014

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I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore.
— (via chaoticola)

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29th July 2014

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29th July 2014

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Something else is hurting you—that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
— Charles Bukowski (via alcools)

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29th July 2014

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Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.
— Robert Frost, from A Line-Storm Song (via violentwavesofemotion)

29th July 2014

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29th July 2014

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All I hear is raindrops,
and I’m
officially missing you.
— Tamia

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