I like broken people,
those ones who are still somehow
managing to stand up on their feet.
Struggling against the past,
dreaming about the future.
They keep looking for
the lost pieces of themselves
in every soul they meet.

And it’s truly beautiful,
when you realize…
A piece of you
which you thought had become useless,
fits perfectly in them.

—  seekerohan, Piece
I get this awful feeling that you have stopped loving me.
I don’t know how it happened or what it felt like but I know that if I reached out to touch you, I wouldn’t be able to recognize you.
I would find the fingerprints of another. I would find the love of someone else beneath your fingernails, their being scattered all over you.
I know you don’t love me anymore and I don’t know in what moment we both realized it, but I’m going to let you go.
I’m going to stop holding onto you, I will stop calling you and I’ll eventually forget your voice. Then the color of your eyes will go too and I’ll never think of you again after that.
But before I forget this, thank you for loving me while you could. Thank you for allowing me to love you in return.
—  When You Lose Love // thewordsyouneverunderstood

"You are so special to me," she was pushing against his chest, "but we apologise more than we talk. We always get angry or sad or so damn closed off."

Her hands were trying to memorise the shape of his abdomen so that she wouldn’t be left with nothing when he went.

“It’s okay,” she was saying, “I forgive you. I think I always will. But I think you need to leave now. I think you need to go.”

—  S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #166
I want you to know me. But wait. Not that quickly.
Study me but please do not figure me out.
If you do,
I will change as fast as my heart beats.
You see,
I need to be everything you want.
Let me mold myself to your desires.
Leave me
but love me
but leave me
but don’t.
I need you to breathe me in.
Give me a purpose.
Give me a reason to keep my veins inside of my arms.
I need you.
But I do not need you.
I will push you away with one hand and pull you back with the other.
Keep me inside of your broken dreams, love.
Hold me in your chest.
Give me a name.
—  Bpd is a contradicting lover.
They were so lovely together
The way he admired her bones with glazed eyes and gentle touches
And how she would shiver with the need to be with her lover
It was a sight to never forget and a feeling that lives on forever
But they were so lethal for each other
The way he watched her with a constant stare and a forceful look
And how she would accept the harsh tremors with a wish for more time together
It was an experience committed to memory and an emotion that will always be remembered
They were the images of misery and the touches of sadness
But they still hold a greater love than most
—  Misery felt like love
I am standing alone with the thoughts of you left in my head and there’s nothing I can do about it. It haunts me at night when see your eyes staring right at me. I still here your voice in my ears and it’s making me crazy. I feel mental. I feel heartbroken. But most of all I feel empty. Without you it feels like I have fallen for insanity and fallen out of love with you.
We are all a bit weird in some way or the other. That is what makes us, all of us unique individuals that are interesting. And if you are lucky, you will find someone whose weird fits yours really well.
—  ‘Gosh, You’re Weird’ | Nikita Gill
Who kissed you so hard that now you don’t want to taste anyone else?
—  m.n.