April 10, 2014
"I figure the real reason I can’t forget some of my lovers is because I truly loved them. Desire lives longer inside of love—that’s been my experience. From what I’ve seen desire without love is vulnerable to any and all vicissitudes. But desire within love is invincible."

— Junot Diaz, in an interview here. (via dreamsister)

April 9, 2014
"We fucked a flame into being."

— Lady Chatterley’s Lover. D.H. Lawrence. (via decayingdolly)

April 9, 2014
"

When grief comes, they say that you start eating the parts of yourself that hurt the most.
When you left, I started with my fingers and worked my way inwards until in gentle lights it looked like my organs were falling softly out of me
my mother came to see me two days after it happened but by then my fingernails were stubs and I’d begun gnawing at the corners of my lungs. She said that I looked ‘peaky’ and I laughed so hard that I coughed up the other lung.
We spent the evening drinking wine and cleaning pieces of myself from the floor. You said I’d be sorry for the ivory carpet and you were right, heartache is the worst sort of stain.
Nothing helps.

At night I miss you the most, so I chew on my knuckles until I can’t remember the way you held them against your face and even then there’s the ghost of how we slept together and the ways it fit.
I think that even the mattress feels the loss of you because at 3AM it sighs quietly and shakes. Either that or you’re haunting me, if you are I don’t mind, please come back, I’ll stop leaving the dishes in the sink, I’ll kiss your throat until there are marks. Please come back I’m empty without you and I’m beginning to lose the feeling in my limbs

"

— Azra.T “When Grief Comes” (via 5000letters)

(via burningbridgesandorigamihearts)

April 7, 2014
"You survived. That’s the only thing that matters." -Olivia Benson

(Source: serenabenson)

April 7, 2014
bumble-bee-district:

Zelda nad Francis Scott on their wedding day

bumble-bee-district:

Zelda nad Francis Scott on their wedding day

April 7, 2014
"Life is beautiful, as long as it consumes you. When it is rushing through you, destroying you, life is gorgeous, glorious. It’s when you burn a slow fire and save fuel, that life’s not worth having."

— D. H. Lawrence (via amandaonwriting)

April 7, 2014
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

kelleylikesstuff:

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun…

April 7, 2014
http://ilustis.tumblr.com/post/81973470418

ilustis:

I fear the dark. Not quite the lack of light in any given space, but more the mysterious evil that often finds comfort and dwelling in this ubiquitous darkness. Frequently, when I turn my light off at the end of the night, I cover myself with my duvet. I do not think that I do this with the belief…

April 7, 2014
"…when you learned about the two distinctly different types of pain - one that is necessary and leads to healing, and one that is only pointless suffering."

Eirean Bradley (via button poetry)

(Source: fric-tions)

April 7, 2014
Come on in, I’ve got a sale on scratch and dent dreams,

joelingforsoup:

whole cases of imperfect ambitions
stuff the idealists couldn’t sell.
Yeah, I know none of its got price tags,
you decide how much its worth.
And none of its got glossy colored packaging
but it all works just fine.
I’ve got rainy day swing sets
good night kisses and stationary stars

April 7, 2014
"Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears."

— Nathanael West, The Day of the Locust (via quoted-books)

April 7, 2014
"Nothing is forever. You can only share a bed but never a grave."

— (via hazelhirao)

(via hazelhirao)

April 7, 2014
"Wear your tragedies as armor, not shackles."

— Anonymous  (via hetheria)

(Source: shutupaubrey, via veruca-assault)

April 7, 2014
"The difference between being loved and being fucked is I can’t remember how the first feels. I have a body like an open door. I have a body like an open hand. It is too easy to hold me."

— Clementine von Radics (via clementinekruczynski)

April 7, 2014
"He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing."

Sherman Alexie, The Toughest Indian In The World

(via ecouri)

(Source: larmoyante, via ithurtbecoming)