— Stephanie Georgopulos (via hellanne)
"I forget what it’s like to kiss you and what it’s like to want to. I forget what it feels like to hold your hand, if we ever even held hands, it feels like we didn’t. I forget what it’s like to trust you, to believe in you, to need you. I forget what it’s like to think that I’d never forget any of it. For a long time, I thought I never would. You and I both know you left ghosts behind, but they seem to have found someone new to haunt. Maybe it’s you."
"A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about them."
— Lisa Kleypas (via hellanne)
"
Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.
Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.
Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.
Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.
I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.
So love all of me
All the way
All the time.
Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.
— Katrina Wendt (via hellanne)
"It has to be the best feeling in the world when you fall in love with someone when they’re in front of a wide-open space, like a skyline or vast ocean or a mossy green forest. When you’re on the beach their naked feet are sunken into the millions of grains of sand shifting through their toes. They’re just one grain of sand, and your whole world sits in the crook of their smile. The beauty that surrounds them gets tangled up in the salty wind of their hair and nothing else exists except for that moment and that frame of existence, a raw negative exposed positive. There are so many places to travel but your country and your language is spoken in the rhythm of their body against the sea waves."
— Emily Woodbury
(Source: petalis)
"As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that she became. But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abbys of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it. Though she tried to forget it, the nothingness would visit her periodically - on a lonely rainy afternoon, or at dawn when she woke up from a nightmare. What she needed at such times was to be held by someone, anyone."
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84.
(Source: fishypsychobabbles, via froideurs)
