May 2013
8 posts
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zeitlauf:
i never really liked my name much until i found out what it tastes like when you sigh it into my mouth
“The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing...”
– Rumi, The Illuminated Rumi (via itsfromabook)
youreyesblazeout:
mostlyfiction:
i just need to know
that it’s okay to be in love
with someone,
and still want to be able
to call yourself free.
I don’t want
to surrender just yet.
“You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how...”
– Warsan Shire (via fakeville)
“Hang in there. It is astonishing how short a time it can take for very wonderful...”
– Frances Hodgson Burnett (via sirqaisbenosama)
April 2013
3 posts
“What we feel most has
no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds.”
– Jack Gilbert, from “The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart” (via commovente)
March 2013
1 post
“I only want a little bit of God.
I don’t need to set a star on fire
or spin...”
– Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)
January 2013
14 posts
“It was when I met you when I understood love songs and why couples danced with...”
– Abraham M. Alghanem (via wordsthat-speak)
“It is so hard to leave — until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned...”
– John Green, Paper Towns (via bookmania)
“Any emotion, if it is sincere, is involuntary.”
– Mark Twain (via stxxz)
“Afterward, after
they’d pressed their hearts together,
they were still,...”
– Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)
“My soul is a hidden orchestra;
I know not what instruments,
what fiddlestrings...”
– ♥LIKE :Fernando Pessoa - The Book of Disquiet (via graceandcompany)
“What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via mycolorbook)
“If you are lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the...”
– John Iving (via her-little-boudoir)
Heartbreak Phenomenon or Weak
My heart and mind.
Two mad lovers
In the same home
Warring for the same country.
When they fight each other
In the twilight hours
Is when your phone will ring.
My Judas heart is forever weak
To hear your voice
December 2012
29 posts
“There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me...”
– Carl Sandburg (via madaeli26)
“We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing”
– Anis Mojgani, from “The Branches are Full and These Orchards are Heavy” (via fetchitgirl)
“We just have to open ourselves up to the truth: we will hurt each other, often....”
– Cody Gohl, We Will Hurt Each Other (via middlenameconfused)
“I hope the exit is joyful.
And I hope never to return.”
– Frida Kahlo
“In the country where I am traveling
People believe that if they walk long...”
– SYT
“where flowers crack rocks in their defiant love for the light.”
-Jimmy Santiago...”
– (via ahuntersheart)
“You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the...”
– Elke River (via hellanne)
“I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. My attachments...”
– Jane Austen (via modernmethadone)
“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you...”
– Ernest Hemingway (via sirqaisbenosama)
“i’m overwhelmed. my biggest downfall is my brightest blessing, i feel too much,...”
– warsan shire (via nomadmanifesto)
these are the words im trying to bring with me through 2013
(via nepantlera-en-la-frontera)
“missing someone is like what the wind feels like to itself”
– from “The Angel in the Dream of Our Hangover,” Mark Leidner (via lkwldn)
“What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise.”
– (via sirqaisbenosama)
yes, I am quite lost at the moment but it has been my choice
not to be found
-marchesa
-The Forbidden Rumi
I was blindly searching for his hand while all the while he was holding mine
I was asking about him from people
who knew nothing about him
I was so naive my heart was empty I behaved like a drunken idiot stealing my own gold for my own hands.
Like a thief I slipped into my garden through a crack in the wall
I stole roses and Jasmine from my own garden
Enough. Don’t point out my secret with...
I miss touch
I miss warm
I miss being joined
I’m a Lonely element
Who spends my nights
Envious of molecules
-marchesa
