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I believe that we are put here in human form to decipher the hieroglyphs of love and suffering. And, there is no degree of love or intensity of feeling that does not bring with it the possibility of a crippling hurt. But, it is a duty to take that risk and love without reserve or defense.

Allen Ginsberg (via wordsnquotes)

person: I got this really cool internship/job. What are you doing this summer?

me: the best I can

I am sick of walls and closed doors; constraints and restraint. Of blocked paths, land mines, and pitfalls. I want to make my own decisions without outside influences, for bad or for good.

Nefariousumlaut (via wnq-writers)

I at this point!

I think people should do whatever they want to do. That’s the point. Why should you care what other people think or say? You’re not living in their pocket.

Francesca Annis (via wnq-movies)

Need to remember this.

Try wearing my shoes today. Notice how they’re not quite your size? That makes it a little harder to walk, doesn’t it?

sonyasbestfriend (via wnq-writers)

Yes!

I am sick with feeling, and sick with greed This warmth inside, my heart, it needs It needs and wants and yearns and pines I’m grossly ill, right to my insides An involuntary glutton, for this intrusive drug A drought that some would say was love But I know better, yes, I do This feeling inside does not include: –Include the flaws, include the faults Include the pain, or nasty insults The tears that my pillow will soak The late, dark nights I stay up and mope– To hear a knock on my open door To await a kiss to make lips’ sore There is no love to cause some joy It’s only a plot, a sick smart ploy To win some land, property to keep To share with friends, a rumor to leak So lock the heart shut, and hide the key far So no one may touch, or move, or mar But late at night, when all must sleep My eyes stay awake, with dreams to reap To dream of things that live and feed Of the love that I so desperately need

Leilah Ali, The Truth About Love (via wnq-writers)

What is love?

the bookworm

Suddenly you’re ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you’re alive and it’s spectacular.

Joseph Campbell (via wordsnquotes)

Life

writing it down is the easy part, it’s saying it aloud that gets me every time.

heroffbeatinfinity (via wnq-writers)

Hard to speak.

Learning to love yourself is a lesson no one ever taught us. They didn’t tell us how to deal with all the ugly scars that only we can see and how to close our minds to the wicked whispers that make us wish we could shed our skin like a snake, just to feel renewed for a few moments. But inside, trapping on your ribcage, is a heart that loves you so immeasurably. And little by little, heartbeat by heartbeat, it’s asking you to love yourself. They only taught us to be deaf to this plea. You won’t break your own heart now, would you?

venomousvelvet  (via wordsnquotes)

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

Franz Kafka,  Letters to Milena (via wordsnquotes)

We really need camps for adults. None of the serious stuff. … I think we have a fun deficit in America.

Hillary Clinton, the former secretary of state, in a speech to the American Camp Association of New York and New Jersey’s Tri-State CAMP Conference. (via officialssay)

AGREE!

The glamour of history.

The world is like that — incomprehensible and full of surprises.

Jorge Amado, Gabriela, Clavo y Canela (via wordsnquotes)

Even though we’re oceans apart, My heart found it’s way to you. This is one beautiful work of art, You’re not aware but you turned my skies blue.

ashvr (via wnq-writers)

You definitely brought blue skies to my life.

Stop worrying about the world ending today. It’s already tomorrow in Australia.

Charles M. Schulz (via wordsnquotes)

This is awesome!!

I want to have more sex, travel more, drink more wine and love life.

Zoe Saldana  (via wordsnquotes)

Yes to all these things!!

I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane  (via wordsnquotes)

Books save lives

I know you don’t exactly have a way with words that you couldn’t possibly understand the storm that washed the thoughts from my mind or the distraction of worrying about my cheeks blushing when you lean in to whisper when there is no one within earshot i can’t possibly express on paper that feeling of taking a breath, of the moment in suspension right before you lose your balance that burns within my stomach when I catch you looking at me like that without warning there are so many words in the english language and no matter how many times I describe the warmth of your fingers or the fluster of nothing on my lips i cannot fathom us into poetry i am a poet and you do not make sense to me I cannot describe you as a blooming flower, unfurling to reveal the deepest parts of yourself because you would only laugh at that I cannot describe you in hyperboles or words or metaphors and I am a poet so that makes me want to scream my throat raw and rip apart the paper and words that flood from my fingertips messily that is the only way i can describe us and somewhat feel satisfied in the way I always seek satisfaction in words to write poetry about us is to write in a dead language to write poetry about us is the frustration in watching you expose the bruises on your jaw and cling onto your dignity while you whisper how reckless you’ve been into my shoulder I cannot bandage your pride; I cannot compose you into a sonnet I can write every delicate detail of drowning in a golden clawed bathtub or sitting in sunlight with flowers woven behind my ears but the truth is that each image i conjure isn’t simple enough because we are not an epic simile and your hands are not actually fire burning at my cheeks they are just hands I can write about myself I can condense myself into a neat placement of words but you I cannot describe you even if I spoke in hieroglyphics or braille I was once told that despite how beautiful, language is flawed And I did not believe that one bit Until you looked at me with an expression That I could not find a metaphor for you are strictly tangible, only flesh and crooked front teeth and that is why my heart will soon fracture for I can either write us onto paper or I can silently love you

ochredeity, ”To the boy I love”  (via wordsnquotes)

Words cannot describe.

Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via wordsnquotes)

You are on my mind

I’m destroying the bridge to the person that has been destroying me.

starlocketz,  ”The Day I Deleted You From My Life” (via wnq-writers)

Truth!

You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.

Elizabeth Taylor  (via wordsnquotes)

Truth

Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.

Mark Twain (via wordsnquotes)

Be kind

media naranja

(noun) A Spanish idiom, a media naranja is defined as your soulmate. Literally translated to “half of an orange,” your media naranja has connotations of being your better half and the person, who completes or complements you. Tender and sweet, it is speculated that this term holds its origins in Greek mythology. According to Aristophanes’ speech from Plato’s Symposium, human beings were once composed of three genders (androgynous, male, and female). Due to our insensitivity and disobedience to the gods, we were split in two, leading us to roam the Earth endlessly and tragically searching for our beloved other half, hence your other half of the orange.  (via wordsnquotes)

My other half

Courage isn’t having the strength to go on - it is going on when you don’t have strength.

Napoléon Bonaparte  (via wordsnquotes)

You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away…

Pine Ridge Boys, “You Are My Sunshine”  (via wordsnquotes)

I need words that mean more than they mean, words not just with height and width, but depth and weight and, and other dimensions that I cannot even name

Lois McMaster Bujold (via wordsnquotes)

With him she felt like a paradox both safe and vulnerable.

shadyombre  (via wordsnquotes)

She watches the sky so often Her eyes began to resemble the stars. (She finds a home in the loneliest of places.)

A.N.S.  (via wordsnquotes)

Why is it so bad to want someone to love you? To crave you. To hold you. To want you. Why is that so bad?

r-eminiscers  (via wordsnquotes)

Not bad at all