Quote reblogged from Moonlight like milk pouring onto her skin with 1,817 notes
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.
Source: larmoyante
Quote reblogged from Moonlight like milk pouring onto her skin with 345 notes
I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful.
Source: serialstranger
Quote reblogged from Love is a losing game. with 2,609 notes
I once had a thousand desires,
But in my one desire to know you
all else melted away.
Source: venula
Quote reblogged from Food For Thought with 4,048 notes
Some fall in love.
I shatter.
Source: atomiclanterns
Quote reblogged from Food For Thought with 1,192 notes
Being in love is a very strange thing. Your thoughts constantly drift towards this other person, no matter what you’re doing. You could be reaching for a glass in the cupboard or brushing your teeth or listening to someone tell a story, and your mind will just start drifting towards their face, their hair, the way they smell, wondering what they’ll wear, and what they’ll say the next time they see you. And on top of the constant dream state you’re in, your stomach feels like it’s connected to a bungee cord, and it bounces and bounces around for hours until it finally lodges itself next to your heart.
Source: larmoyante
Quote reblogged from Food For Thought with 134 notes
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.
Source: larmoyante
Quote reblogged from Food For Thought with 206 notes
He was not in love with her. One does not fall in love with a girl whom one has met only three times. One is attracted, yes; but one does not fall in love.
Source: serialstranger
Quote reblogged from exosceleton with 1,515 notes
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.
Source: forbiddenalleys
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