❝ You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you. ❞
i just think that some people have a pull that holds them and you could place them on opposite ends of the earth for years and then put them in a room together for a moment and everything would just exist inside of them all over again, maybe not exactly how it was but the understanding that it could be
❝ Loving someone who cannot love you the same way in return is not weakness. It’s one of the most courageous things you’ll ever do. You are putting your armour at their feet and you are saying ‘I will not fight you in this. I have loved you and that means that I have already won.’ ❞
did you cried over how pretty you are? oh yes, it happens to pretty people when they realise how beautiful they are. i know, it's overwhelming.
hey! who gave you the right to be so cute and nice to me, i am giggling! i love you!!!
Do you believe in love?
How are you asking me this? Ask me if I believe in gravity.
❝ Of course, I wonder if they love me back, which is, really, besides the point. I don’t do it to be adored, I do it because my love keeps getting bigger and that’s what happens. ❞
—— Richard Siken, ‘The Long and Short of It
❝ And what about all the good I have in my heart - does it mean anything? ❞
—— Saul Bellow, Herzog
❝ Maybe there’s something in all of this
I missed. But if it’s selfless
love you’re looking for,
you’ve got the wrong goddess. ❞
—— Margaret Atwood, excerpt from “Sekhmet, the Lion-headed Goddess of War”
I cried over ‘pretty’ tonight and I’m really fucking ashamed of myself. If I ever get teary over something as inane and unimportant as being pretty then someone just come and smack me hard please
❝ You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you. ❞
—— Catherynne M. Valente
❝ God probably made you and said ‘Yes. She’s what I meant to do.’ ❞
when he has me quivering in his hands, i forget for that moment that we're not together anymore, that we won't ever be together again. we keep trying to be friends, but it always ends up like this.
it is fucking impossible to be friends with someone you can’t help but touch. it’s downright torturous, eats you up.
no one ever ever go through Caitlyn’s quote tag unless you want to cry yourself into a shaky undefinable mess, she just told me to go look at it and the first thing i saw was this “every time she tries to leave, the boy stops her, begging like a fool. And so she always returns, no matter how often she leaves or how far she goes, appearing soundlessly behind him and covering his eyes with her hands, spoiling for him anyone who could ever come after her.” and now I’m trembling
❝ I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I was afraid. I am not worthy of you. But I still love you, I think.
Don’t try and find me again, you would be lonely for music. I want you to be happy. I want you to marry again. I’m going to write out instructions for your next wife.
To my husband’s next wife: Be gentle. Be sure you comb his hair when it’s wet. Do not fail to notice that his face flushes pink like a bride’s when you kiss him. Give him lots to eat. He forgets to eat and he gets cranky.
When he is sad, kiss his forehead and I will thank you. For he is a young prince and his robes are too heavy on him. His crown falls down around his ears.
I’ll give this letter to a worm. I hope he finds you.
—— from “Eurydice” by Sarah Ruhl