lit crush

You thought I stopped talking to you because I got bored. However, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m in love with you so much. I love you and it’s killing me because you won’t ever feel the same way. You look at me but you do not see me. Not with stars in your eyes or with a sense of awe. Not with love. So I’m sorry it seemed like I disappeared. For a while I was selfish and wanted to still keep you in my life. It didn’t work out like that. I realized that it didn’t matter if I left or if I stayed, because it would all hurt the same.
—  C.H. // Learning to Say Goodbye
He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
—  Infinite excerpts.
I should have listened to my instincts. They are always right; but this time I was hoping that they were wrong. Maybe if I followed my instincts, then I wouldn’t be hurting this much.
—  C.H. // A Lost Note to Self
Can I fall asleep with your lips touching mine and your limbs wrap up around me? I promise you to volunteer my own heart to shush your fears, and when you want to stop breathing, I will share you my breathe, the space I occupy, my soul, and even a part of my eternity, just to make you mine, just to make you feel loved.
—  cynthia go // Hush // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #21 ( @cynthiatingo )
I will be the Persephone to your Hades,
the yin to your yang,
the hope to your despair.
I will be that little light that gets in
to your cracked and dejected soul.
Or better yet, I will be yours forever.
If you just let me be.
—  cynthia go // If you let me be [71/365]
I’m desperately in love with you but not because you are perfect. In fact, I love you even more because of your flaws. There is no one else on this planet that compares to you.
—  C.H.
Classic Literature Bad Boy Crushes, A Ranking

Level 1: Mr. Darcy. Strictly entry-level. Really just awkward and kinda rude, hasn’t killed anyone.

Level 2: Lord Byron. Significantly edgier, with a laundry list of real and fictional misdeeds. Probably killed someone at some point.

Level 3: Rodion Raskolnikov. Welcome to Russian literature. You’re definitely lusting after a murderer now, but at least he’s repentant.

Level 4: Nikolai Stavrogin. You’ve graduated to Dostoevsky’s Baddest Boy. He kills people and doesn’t even feel bad after. You’re equally repulsed and turned on (as was everyone in the novel, it’s OK) and beyond all help.

Level 5: Satan.