— Warm Bodies / Isaac Marion
I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
F. Scott Fitzgerald about Zelda Fitzgerald in a letter to a friend dated Febuary 1920 (via larmoyante) | Permalink
Missing someone who isn’t even thinking about you is the most crippling feeling in the world.
(via d3ssins)
3 hours ago | Permalink
If it’ll keep my heart soft, break my heart every day.
I realise there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.
I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.
As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better.
Wait
Do not chase
Do not wear the soles of your shoes
Down on boys
Who won’t cradle your feet
In their laps
Do not waste
Your words
Exhaust your tongue
In the silent poetry
Of kisses
On those
Who don’t exhale
Your name
Like a prayer
Wait.
(via ankhors)
13 hours ago | Permalink
How could I know you fit my body like a glove? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me.
I have time. Please, devour me.
I have time. Please, devour me.
The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.
