the primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation but your thoughts about...– (via alimichael)
Baby, follow your damn heart.
So if you want me, do something about it.
A relationship, I think, is like a shark. You know? It has to constantly move...– Woody Allen (Annie Hall) (via 472239364)
We are the remains of the tears that have fallen and dried on our cheeks.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
52hearts: We hold pieces of them — of him, her, and us, we hold them so tight that they eventually become pieces of ourselves that we learn to grow from but never away from. We hold onto them so tight that they eventually become the only pieces that can hold our shaky bones together. They become the only pieces that can keep these broken hearts of ours held together.
I don’t tell you that I love you with any sort of agenda. If you only tell...– An excerpt from the letter Adam wrote to me recently. (It is miraculous that after everything, another person can hold you in their heart forever - because whatever impact you made and whatever is underneath your skin is important enough to carry on and on.)
either never sleep again sleep until the end of all things (via meltwalls)
Golden Star - My Brightest Diamond
coffees and smokes and cold diet cokes that’s what pretty girls are made of
Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the...– Vladimir Nabokov
If I had to pick a favourite...
song, your voice; book, your beautifully brilliant mind; place, inside your heart; outfit, my heart on my sleeve, like it always is when I’m with you; sport, running my fingers down your back, tracing imaginary shapes; activity, sitting beside you, shoulder to shoulder, listening to your heartbeat; memory, lacing my fingers through yours, feeling your skin on mine; person, you you you, hands...
An Entomologist's Last Love Letter by Jared Singer...
dear samantha i’m sorry we have to get a divorce i know that seems like an odd way to start a love letter but let me explain: it’s not you it sure as hell isn’t me it’s just human beings don’t love as well as insects do i love you.. far too much to let what we have be ruined by the failings of our species i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night i know you would never DO anything, you...
To the men and women who own men and women those of us meant to be lovers we will not pardon you for wasting our bodies and time – Leonard Cohen