Life is what happens to you while you´re busy making other plans.
Allen Saunders (via thoughtkick)
I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.
Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via thoughtkick)
Do you really like him?
Do you really truly like this man? Or the simplicity of being mediocre(texting you back, telling you that you are beautiful and he is being consistent) feeling like a luxury? Do you really like him? or do you just like that he likes you? Do you like his smile, his intellect, the conversations or are you just in like with the fact that he is enamored with you? Do you really like him really, seriously, truthfully? Or are you just bored and he fills up some empty space? Do you really like him? Or did you feel a lack in your life that this person fulfills? Do you really like him? or is it just the idea of him making you feel fuzzy? What is really there? What is really true? Be real. Be honest. This is a safe space.
You were unsure which pain is worse - the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.
Simon Van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After (via thoughtkick)
“You are, and always have been, my dream.”
— Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
““The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.””
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (The Little Prince)
Source: amargedom
I am my soul adrift / the whole night sky denies me light / without you
— June Jordan, from "12:01 A.M." Haruko/Love Poems
“I write myself, cause I am often too unbearable for others to write me.”
— The Short Poems Series by Royla Asghar
“How many eternities have sent me to you in dreams?”
— Loueva Smith, from “Nothing I Haven’t Done for Love,” Vanishing Points: Poems and Photographs of Texas Roadside Memorials, ed. Sarah Cortez (Texas Review Press, 2016)
“you will never be too much for someone who can’t get enough of you”
— Unknown
Super Sad Black Girl
When I’m tired I bare my bones. Swallow my own hair. Recover from my thoughts. Drown. Tweak. Have a fit of human. Eat myself whole. Bleed freely. Suffocate gleefully. Drown. Bury this dust. Amputate my body. Abandon my mind. Cry in public. Want my ugly. Choke. Drown. Tell the truth. Fall. Bleed Black. Swim in my own blood. Stay free. Wander. Feel entitled. Stay Black and die.
— Diamond Sharp, from Super Sad Black Girl
SEQUENCE #7
the first summer I spent away from home I decided I loved a boy who was just getting into religion & litanied about women being queens this was before I started therapy & realized how much of that was a euphemism for work I ate a lot of salads but only if there were cherry tomatoes in them
— Maya Salameh, from How to Make an Algorithm in the Microwave
