It’s like drowning but you just won’t fucking die.
Urban Dictionary definition of unrequited love (via maisiewilliams)
Tag: words
You said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë (via stannisbaratheon)
I get jealous because I’m afraid someone is going to make you happier than I do.
Frank Ocean (via ryannxp)
in this story, your mother isn’t the villain.
in this story, you find a way to pick the lock, to wake up, to climb out of the tower yourself.
in this story, you’re angry.
in this story, you meet a dragon and
it is afraid of you.
in this story, you don’t need to be saved.
in this story, your mother raised you
to recognize a prison from a home.
in this story, they don’t fall in love with you before they know you.
in this story, they aren’t better than you.
in this story, you have claws.
in this story, happily ever after has bite marks in it.
in this story, you are free and terrifying.
in this story, you get away.
in this story, you bleed.
in this story, you survive.
in this story | Caitlyn Siehl
Don’t be so vain to think that you ruined me,
that you wrecked me,
destroyed me.
I am the only one who has the power to do that.I loved you, and I ruined myself,
I wrecked myself,
I destroyed myself.And I will keep doing so for as long as I am breathing.
Amanda Helm (via mashamorevna)
How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend.
J.R.R. Tolkien (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Somewhere in his body—perhaps in the marrow of his bones—he would continue to feel her absence.
Haruki Murakami
when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.
Charles Bukowski, “For Jane”
I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of me.
Charles Bukowski, “Raw With Love”
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