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tardis221b:

DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP BUT AT THE SAME TIME YOU’RE SCARED OF BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP

(via retempto)

Forgive the trees
for the way they can’t stop shaking
even after all these years of practice.
Forgive yourself
for the days you don’t even want to try.

—Y.Z, a dying art (via rustyvoices)

(via writing-with-a-blade)

He could barely look at her so they sat in silence for a while.

And then abruptly, sometime between sunset and sunrise, he got up and left without a sound.

And she felt like crying because love was supposed to be enough to make someone stay, and she loved him more than she knew how. But her throat was dry and the only sound coming from her mouth was a half choke half hiccup which made her want to laugh.

So she cried a little and laughed a lot and her emotions were so tangled if someone asked how she felt there would be no valid answer.

"Everything." She whispered, "and nothing."

"I feel everything and nothing. And I only know that I want it all to stop for a while.

She paused. “A while, or perhaps forever.”

—Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #48 (via blossomfully)

I rip you away
from me
like arms off
a rag doll body.
Like pieces of glass
from bleeding feet.
Like wood from
calloused hands.
It’s been so long,
and I can’t believe I’m still
falling apart over you.
Can’t believe your name
still fills my mouth like blood.
Still sits in my throat
until I can’t taste my own.

—Y.Z, unforgiven hands (via rustyvoices)

She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other,

—Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting  (via feellng)

(Source: feellng)

Life is too short to waste any amount of time on wondering what other people think about you. In the first place, if they had better things going on in their lives, they wouldn’t have the time to sit around and talk about you. What’s important to me is not others’ opinions of me, but what’s important to me is my opinion of myself.

— C. JoyBell C. (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via esotericallyarcane)

When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. ‘It’s all right,’ we whisper, ‘I’m here, I love you.’ and we lie: ‘I’ll never leave you.’ For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.

—Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman’s Midnight Days (via larmoyante)

(via quite-insane)

I’ll marry a person who knows how I take my tea, coffee, and alcohol
And knows when to make which.

—(via kbfoto)

(via childishly-sarah)

At least you know where you are with blood. At least other people can see it.

Emma Forrest, Thin Skin (via lifeinpoetry)

Everyone asks about how I’ll feel about the tattoos and scars in thirty years. I always say: “I’ll like them.” I’ve always loved damaged monuments, in architecture and in humans.

Emma Forrest, Thin Skin (via lifeinpoetry)

Any writer worth his salt writes to please himself… It’s a self-exploratory operation that is endless. An exorcism of not necessarily his demon, but of his divine discontent.

—Harper Lee (via maxkirin)

(via fixyourwritinghabits)