“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”—Anaïs Nin (via kushandwizdom)
“Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and decision.”—Erich Fromm, The Art of Loving (via wordsnquotes)
“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)
“I started promising myself to
never stay anywhere I’m not
very much wanted. I have too
many scars to be breaking
my bones to fit into places
that weren’t made to fit me.”— anne, maybe I always feel out of place because I’m always placing myself where I don’t belong (via endangerment)
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”—Sylvia Plath (via viviling)
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)
You really are.
Don’t even begin to deny it,
I think the freckles that spill over your nose
Like a galaxy of stars
Are the most splendid things in the world.
Your lips are like rose petals,
And when they spread into a smile
I swear the whole world stops,
Just to see that gorgeous grin of yours.
Your skin is a road map,
Painted with imperfections
That I would gladly spend my days
Tracing my fingers over,
Admiring each and every one.
You are a flower,
But you will never bloom
If you don’t have the ability
To spread your rose petal lips
And dance in the breeze.
You must sing with the trees
And fly with the birds,
And I promise you-
Everything will be okay.