xandriaspirit

"I forget what it’s like to kiss you and what it’s like to want to. I forget what it feels like to..."

Wed, 08 May 2013 18:23:48 -0400

“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.”

- Stephanie Georgopulos (via hellanne)

hellanne: (by swallows fly low)

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 20:29:18 -0500

hellanne:

(by swallows fly low)

"A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that..."

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 19:18:46 -0400

“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..."

Thu, 11 Oct 2012 20:14:11 -0400

“

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)

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Wed, 12 Sep 2012 09:38:17 -0400

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Mon, 27 Aug 2012 23:32:52 -0400

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Mon, 27 Aug 2012 23:32:30 -0400

"It has to be the best feeling in the world when you fall in love with someone when they’re in front..."

Sat, 18 Aug 2012 11:55:08 -0400

“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

"As if to build a fence around the fatal emptiness inside her, she had to create a sunny person that..."

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 10:16:46 -0400

“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.

hellanne: (by Among Dreams)

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 10:15:21 -0400

hellanne:

(by Among Dreams)

I want to name one of my sons Julian.

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 10:13:38 -0400

I want to name one of my sons Julian.

hellanne: http://petit-cahier.com (by ssssssssssssss3)

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 10:12:05 -0400

hellanne:

http://petit-cahier.com (by ssssssssssssss3)

hellanne: (via heyangella)

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 09:48:01 -0400

hellanne:

(via heyangella)

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Fri, 10 Aug 2012 09:39:45 -0400

"You can be as happy as you’ve ever been in your life, and shit is still going to happen. But it..."

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 09:36:06 -0400

“You can be as happy as you’ve ever been in your life, and shit is still going to happen. But it doesn’t just happen. It knocks you sideways and crashes you into the ground, because you were stupid enough to believe in sunshine and roses.”

- Chevy Stevens, Still Missing

calloway: Pieter Estersohn

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 09:03:12 -0400

calloway:

Pieter Estersohn

"How many times have you tried to talk to someone about something that matters to you, tried to get..."

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 20:35:16 -0400

“How many times have you tried to talk to someone about something that matters to you, tried to get them to see it the way you do? And how many of those times have ended with you feeling bitter, resenting them for making you feel like your pain doesn’t have any substance after all? Like when you’ve split up with someone, and you try to communicate the way you feel, because you need to say the words, need to feel that somebody understands just how pissed off and frightened you feel. The problem is, they never do. ‘Plenty more fish in the sea,’ they’ll say, or ‘You’re better off without them,’ or ‘Do you want some of these potato chips?’ They never really understand, because they haven’t been there, every day, every hour. They don’t know the way things have been, the way that it’s made you, the way it has structured your world. They’ll never realize that someone who makes you feel bad may be the person you need most in the world. They don’t understand the history, the background, don’t know the pillars of memory that hold you up. Ultimately, they don’t know you well enough, and they never can. Everyone’s alone in their world, because everybody’s life is different. You can send people letters, and show them photos, but they can never come to visit where you live. Unless you love them. And then they can burn it down.”

- Michael Marshall Smith, Only Forward (via larmoyante)

larmoyante: by Kasia Bobula

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 20:25:00 -0400

larmoyante:

by Kasia Bobula

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Wed, 08 Aug 2012 20:22:42 -0400

"What is love? Sometimes it’s just letting yourself be who and what you are, and letting the person..."

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 20:22:35 -0400

“What is love? Sometimes it’s just letting yourself be who and what you are, and letting the person you’re supposed to love be who and what he is too.”

- Laurell K. Hamilton, Incubus Dreams (via larmoyante)