"Love cannot be forced, love cannot be coaxed and teased. It comes out of heaven, unasked and unsought."

Pearl S. Buck (via hqlines)

(via sweetcheeksaremadeofthese)

"What is there to say? Everything is hard. Returning phone calls. Not choking when I try to speak. Getting out of bed. What is there to do? I put foot in front of foot and trust that I will not wobble enough to give myself away. Pour concrete into my mouth to have an excuse for struggling with answering questions. Stare at the window. Look at hills and think of five years from now, of eventual sleep, of digging a hole and jumping inside. I train myself to half-listen when others speak and still hear the noise in my chest. I nod appropriately. What else is there? Get up. Go. Go. Go. Pause. Go. Accelerate. Go. Go go go. No stop. No exit. No time to reflect. Just experience after experience, and then the shaky seconds spent recovering from them. Pouring black coffee into wounds. Getting your feelings hurt over people who are not thinking of you in that way, have never thought of you in that way. Wasting time playing the game, the same game, hoping it will work this time around. I have put all of my effort into things that never wanted me back, in hopes that I could change the outcome. How else can I communicate this? I do not want to try anything, with anyone, anymore."

Anything Anyone Anymore, Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

(via awaiteternalpromise)

"It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the shower. Death was happy to be alive."

Tom Robbins, from Still Life with Woodpecker (Bantam Books, 1980)

(Source: apoetreflects, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

"She lies about how she’s feeling, how she’s hurting, how she wants you when she tells you she doesn’t. She lies to protect you and herself."

Tarryn Fisher, Thief (via fathomage)

(via anaorkid)

"My heart talks about nothing but you."

Albert Camus, The Just (via petrichour)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via petrichour)

"For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves.
I remove my jewelry and set it on the nightstand,
I unhook my ribs, spread my lungs flat on a chair.
I dissolve like a remedy in water, in wine.
I spill without staining, and leave without stirring the air.
I do it for love. For love, I disappear."

Kim Addonizio, “For You” (via petrichour)

(via inkedambrosial)

"Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone’s hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted—wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought: Please don’t look at me. If you don’t, I can still turn away. And part of you thought: Look at me."

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via hqlines)

(via wetrybutwedontbelong)

"If you show me you don’t give a fuck, I’ll show you that I’m better at it."

(via sexcake)

(Source: crazed-individual, via lascivuus)

"You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield very little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch - it’s timeless. It doesn’t care how long you know someone. It doesn’t care if you had a 40 year anniversary if there is no juice in the connection. What the heart cares about is resonance. Resonance that opens it, resonance that enlivens it, resonance that calls it home. And when it finds it, the transformation begins…"

Jeff Brown (via psych-facts)

(via beforeiloveandleaveyou)

sudeikat:

"When they don’t love you the way you want to, you mourn that for however long you need to. But then you get back up and you remind yourself. You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you. You will love again. You will be loved again." - Caitlyn Siehl 

sudeikat:

"When they don’t love you the way you want to, you mourn that for however long you need to. But then you get back up and you remind yourself. You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you. You will love again. You will be loved again." - Caitlyn Siehl 

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sincerelyhappines:

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sincerelyhappines:

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(via fi-nished)

"Be there for others but never leave yourself behind."

Dodinsky (via jnc-ink)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via jnc-ink)

"I said I would go to hell for you, but I didn’t expect you to leave me there."

a sentence or two (x)

holy. wow.

(via tupau)

(via carlicatnip)

"why is it always the woman who has to see past the beast in the man? why does she always have to clean his wounds, even after he has damaged her beyond repair? why is it always the man who is worthy of forgiveness for being a monster?
I want to see the beast in the beauty.
the half smile, half snarl. the unapologetic anger. I would like to see the man forgive the monster. to see her, blood and all, and love her anyway."

beauty and the beast | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)

(via inkedambrosial)

"The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other."

Osho (via psych-facts)

(via beforeiloveandleaveyou)