Forever no longer seems such an impossible feat.
I fall daily in love with impossibilities.
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters (via dwaless)

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She stuck a bookmark
in my heart
and walked away.
She (Saul Williams)

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I still believe in love, I just no longer believe in loving you.
Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 24 (via venula)
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
Neil Gaiman (via observando)
Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via larmoyante)
I’ve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage. Thank you for the final proof.
Sherlock, A Scandal in Belgravia (via larmoyante)
You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.
Saul Bellow (via observando)
You see,
I’ve written like a million poems
hoping that somehow
you’ll jump out of the page
and be closer to me.
Because if you were here,
right now,
I would massage your back
until your skin sings songs
that your lips don’t even know the words to,
until your heartbeat sounds like my last name
and you smile like the pacific ocean.
I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.
Rudy Francisco, Love Poem (via larmoyante)

(via jamjosh)

Wonder. Go on and wonder.
William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (via quoted-books)

(via freethepoets)

Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it’s true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn’t fade and the scars don’t heal, and it’s too damned late.
Jonathan Tropper, The Book of Joe (via simply-quotes)

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Here and now, I have only these hands,
this mouth, this skin as wide as a shoreline,
this beehive between my ears, this buzz, this buzz.
You are the best thing I never planned.
This is the widest I can stretch my arms without
dropping things. This is the first time I don’t care
if I drop things. This is what dropping
things feels like. This is what happens when
the flowers wake up one morning and decide to
smell human: it confuses us, makes us
reach backwards into places that are sharp,
feel around for things we’ve dropped. I have
forgotten what I was looking for. It doesn’t
seem important. You brought me flowers.
You made the bed. This is the widest I can
stretch my arms. This is all I have right now.
Sarah Kay, “Here and Now” (via pniepple)

(via contramonte)

I believe pain breeds wolves
and joys give rise to moons.

We grow forests in our bones
so our memories can’t find us.

I believe we hide and haunt ourselves.
Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

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