"The moon hung over the planet Earth, a dead thing over a dying thing."

John Fowles (via amandaonwriting)

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"It scares me sometimes, the emptiness I see in my eyes."

The Wonder Years (via hqlines)

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"I suppose my depression is a form of vanity."

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry (via violentwavesofemotion)

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"Move forward
and repeat after me with your heart:
‘I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.’

Make love to me
like you know I am better
than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this.
But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop
without jumping.
I have realized

that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it,
that we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it,
that if my heart
really broke
every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.

But hearts don’t break,
they bruise and get better.
We were never tragedies.
We were emergencies.
You call 9 – 1 – 1.
Tell them I’m having a fantastic time."

Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies” (via petrichour)

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"You possess the most
magnificent mouth.
Mouth like rinse clean,
like resistance,
like I’m going to erase all the others
who came before me.
Mouth that formed the words
“Come here,” and I did,
and I wasn’t afraid.
I close my eyes and
see your clothes floating
in the lake. I open them
and envision you wearing a
flower crown, the rain just
beginning to fall outside
and us, slow-dancing in it.
You are made for poetry
and it is killing me.
Here, these words.
Here, another metaphor
for the heart.
Here, my heart on the table,
waiting to be dissected."

jessica therese, “Magnificent Mouth” (via contramonte)

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"How do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache as mine does?"

"And men go abroad to admire the heights of mountains, the mighty waves of the sea, the broad tides of rivers, the compass of the ocean, and the circuits of the stars, yet pass over the mystery of themselves without a thought."

St. Augustine of Hippo, The Confessions (via catholicliving)

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"if your demons
were wildfires
i would burn my hands
to conquer them."

What I would give to save you from this // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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"…the courage it took to get out of bed each
to face the same things
over and over

Charles Bukowski, “The Freeway Life” (via arrythmic)

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