May 2013
“How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull...”
– Virginia Woolf, from Selected Essays (via lonur)
Writings for Winter: Loving You →
writingsforwinter:
In another world, your mouth would have been on mine
by now. So much rain is in our bodies, so many exhalations
poured from one chest into another;
when we kissed our tongues became knives.
I used to find your hair stuck in the shower drain,
ten ringlets wet and dark.
I tell my friends about…
“I either lose sleep for you or because of you.”
– Kayla Hollatz, Slumber - a 10 word poem (via lonur)
“You can’t fill loneliness with people you have no intention of loving.”
– Codi Ann Thomsen (via 13neighbors)
“I find that most people worth knowing are fucked up in some way or another.”
– Jonathan Tropper (via wethinkwedream)
“She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept...”
– William Faulkner (via volatileandawake)
“We were not lovers, we were love.”
– Jeanette Winterson (via larmoyante)
“There are things I’d rather whisper and never quite say out loud.”
– Virginia Woolf in a diary entry dated 20 July 1938 (via chandr-a)
too many love poems
brightlightsloudnoises:
i’ll fall in love too easily and for almost no reason at all
it’s hilarious to feel a heart stop on a dime a slow dance off a cliff and lips too good at things lips weren’t made to do
too many love poems for two skinny arms
and the newspaper on the mat in the morning
“IM me if you care. I am, so lost without you. IM me if you’re there. I am,...”
– Jimmy Tamborello (FIGURINE // IMpossible)
“You won’t do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via fawun) 