Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are, and hold onto them.
Me (via stayy-for-tonight)
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, ‘Where have I gone wrong’.
Then a voice says to me, ‘This is going to take more than one night.’
Charlie Brown (via odaro)
(Source: durianquotes, via psych-facts)
To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via psych-facts)
While they are trying to get deeply inbedded
In the fine fibers of your bedsheets,
I’m trying to find and define the fibers of which your mind speaks
Gemineye (via psych-facts)
lay yourself down
and fill my body with yours,
slip open every lock
of resistance under my skin,
let a hundred doors creep open
in the suburbs of my flesh,
and desire step out
into the open night
~Cyril Wong, Chinese, born 1977 (via coffeestainedheart)
(Source: youreyesblazeout, via love-and-music-is-in-my-soul)
The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.
Keith Miller (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.
Alice Munro, Away from Her (via feellng)
I have made you suffer,
left you waiting in the rain
While I was chasing demons,
in the deserts of my pain
But you know me better than the poison in my veins
So my love remembers
when God forgets my name
For you and you alone,
I’ll lay my monsters down
And I’ll watch the sun come up over California
For you and you alone,
I’ll find my way back home
And I’ll love you like the sun loves California
Do you know how it feels
to palm a body like a poem, its mouth opening
and closing, wings burdened by their own new weight—
Close your eyes, little bird. You don’t know
the things you’re about to do.
Damon McLaughlin, from “To The Woman Who Tried To Take My Poems” (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)