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“Nie po to z kimś jestem, żeby nie być częścią jego życia. Od spotykania się od czasu do czasu, kiedy najdzie mnie ochota, to ja mam kolegów i koleżanki.”

— Olga Drenda

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Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “The way I was taught to love”

[Text ID: “Half daughter, / half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.”]

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Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956

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“There are people we meet in life who miss being important to us by inches, days, or heartbeats. Another place or time or a different emotional frame of mind and we would willingly fall into their arms; gladly take up their challenges or invitation. But as it is, we encounter them when we are discontent or content and they are not. Whatever they are, we are not and vice versa. Two trains going in different directions that pass for a few powerful moments at full speed, blasting noise and wind but then they are gone. Whatever serious chemistry might have been possible if, isn’t.”

— Jonathan Carroll

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“The saddest truth is realising you have fallen madly in love with what can never be.”

— Michael Faudet

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arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" and "it is not enough to say love in Arabic, you must say 'be the thing that buries me'" could have got jane austen crying and shaking

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And just like that

The romance is over

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“Cały czas byliśmy gdzieś pomiędzy. Zawsze albo za późno albo za wcześnie. Nigdy w czasie odpowiednim dla siebie.”

- Tomasz Organek

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i miss the lana del rey sad girl daddy issues cigarettes smudged mascara doc martens fishnet socks the 1975 troy sivan iphone 5 highly problematic tumblr

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getting older is great idk why there’s this lie that “omg as soon as you hit 25 ur life is over and ur old” like no you get older and gain wisdom and confidence and imo you get even better looking as you age, like you learn sooo so much and I still have SO much life left to live, there’s so much left to see in this life :o)

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if you're miserable, maybe u need to eat more citrus & open the windows a little wider & read that poetry book you've been putting off & enjoy hot bread with melted butter & go to bed with your phone on do not disturb

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You posted a photo with a girl from the club

I have No tears left to cry

My heart literally hurts when i look at that photo

But i don’t cry anymore

My eyes are dry

She’s not Even your type

One day someone will hurt You as Bad as You hurt me

And they will not apologize, they will call You dramatic and said „i never promised You anything”

And it will hurt, it will feel like your entire life is falling apart

Just like it did to me

And maybe then You’ll understand why you’re not supposed to play with people’s feelings

I wish You Nothing but the best

But You need to learn that lesson

Only then there’s a chance You will stop walking around breaking girls hearts

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I want to forgive you. But every time I think about what could’ve happened my heart turns into a natural disaster, and my bones collapse inside of me, and my mind falls Into a pile of purple thoughts. The thing is I’ve sat in front of my mirror and pretended I was hearing your apology and I’ve thought of a thousand ways to let the earthquake that sits in between us stop. But the problem is you never felt the bruises or had to pick up your bones because they were broken instead you were the one who walked away when my whole life was falling.

-Alexa Evangelista, the book ill never finish writing

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Ada Limón interviewed by Lauren LeBlanc

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it’s who you miss when you’re in a room full of people not when it’s 3am and you’re all alone

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“I wouldn’t mind having my neck kissed by you for hours.”

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The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923