"How many times have you tried to talk to someone about something that matters to you, tried to get them to see it the way you do? And how many of those times have ended with you feeling bitter, resenting them for making you feel like your pain doesn’t have any substance after all?
Like when you’ve split up with someone, and you try to communicate the way you feel, because you need to say the words, need to feel that somebody understands just how pissed off and frightened you feel. The problem is, they never do. “Plenty more fish in the sea,” they’ll say, or “You’re better off without them,” or “Do you want some of these potato chips?” They never really understand, because they haven’t been there, every day, every hour. They don’t know the way things have been, the way that it’s made you, the way it has structured your world. They’ll never realise that someone who makes you feel bad may be the person you need most in the world. They don’t understand the history, the background, don’t know the pillars of memory that hold you up. Ultimately, they don’t know you well enough, and they never can. Everyone’s alone in their world, because everybody’s life is different. You can send people letters, and show them photos, but they can never come to visit where you live.
Unless you love them. And then they can burn it down."

— Michael Marshall Smith, Only Forward (via whyallcaps)

(via whyallcaps)

"Money is like sex, It seems much more important when you don’t have any."

— Charles Bukowski, Hollywood (via wordsnquotes)

(via wordsnquotes)

"I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change."

— Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness (via whyallcaps)

(via whyallcaps)

"Don’t you ever, ever let someone tell you who you can and can’t love. Don’t listen to anyone who tells you he’s not good enough for you, only you can decide that, only you can decide if his love is too toxic to struggle through another day, only you can decide when it’s time to walk away.
But don’t you ever let him walk over you, you’re stronger than you think and if your best friend tells you he’s awful, she’s probably right. Love is blind remember, love is fucking blind."

— 26/7 8:17pm (via serenityandparadise)


I bet you got bored
of the sane girls

who slept at 10pm
and had three meals a day

and I bet you got bored
of the sane girls

who had a happy childhood
and a genuine smile

and maybe that would explain
how someone like you
got with someone like me

because you were looking
for a sad girl with a grey soul
and a broken heart
weren’t you?

you were looking
for a girl who could
forget to sleep or eat
for three days straight

simply because she was too
scared of her own damn mind
and all the demons living in it

but people aren’t toys
you can play with and put down
when you are bored

and I’ll tell you a thing
you probably do not know
about sad girls with grey souls
and broken hearts:

once you tell them
you love them
at 3am
while they are smoking
cigarette after cigarette

your words get stuck
in their lungs
like the smoke they inhale
and they invade their blood

like a poison

and just like that,
you become part of them,
part of their infinite sadness
forever or

until the last drop of
the very same blood
you invaded with your
sweet sweet words

flows out of their
lifeless body

I bet I scared you off
with these words

and I bet
you already miss
the sane girls.


— Sad girls with grey souls and broken hearts, goldenkintsugi (via goldenkintsugi)

"Do not call me perfect,

a lie is never a compliment.

Call me an erratic

damaged and

insecure mess.

Then tell me that you

love me for it."

Beau Taplin || You’re a fucking wreck and I love you for it. (via afadthatlastsforever)


After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises …

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.


Jorge Luis Borges, from “You Learn”  (via oofpoetry)

"I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the mouthful of gravel and blood,
I swore we were flying."

— Sierra DeMulder (via counting-airplanes)

(Source: oofpoetry, via rustyvoices)

"I am no longer in love with her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long."

— Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (via observando)

"He’s not exactly beautiful, but she kisses him anyway. He’s not exactly attractive, but she takes him home anyway. She kisses him because his smile is a hundred times more real than all the gorgeous guys she’s kissed, and it lights up his not so beautiful face. She takes him home because he’s got a certain energy, a certain intensity, a certain goodness, a certain something that just drives her irrevocably insane. She kisses him again one fateful night and realizes that though his insides turn hers inside out, his outside isn’t doing it for hers. She wonders why she can’t see past his crooked nose and fucked up teeth, and she hates herself for being such a shallow shit. But she kisses him again - she kisses him one last time. She kisses him so she’ll remember what kissing a beautiful man feels like the next time she kisses a pretty one."

— (via orlansky)

"And when the moon is up at the dark of night
it is your body I desire on top of mine.
Even when your windows reflect the sun’s rays,
I think I will still crave your taste."

More Than A Kiss by M.D.L

(via mingdliu)

(via mingdliu)

"We didn’t say anything because there was such an awful lot to say, and no language to say it in."

— William Saroyan (via feellng)

"I’m not the person you left behind anymore. There’s no one here to miss."

— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)