chrysalism
tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine
colinmorgasms

“Some fall in love. I shatter.”

Stephin Merritt (via farrells)

I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I’ll love you then.
Cassandra Clare, City of Glass (The Mortal Instruments, #3) (via abyss-of-words)
quotemadness

“Be messy and complicated and afraid and show up anyways.”

— Glennon Doyle Melton

violentwavesofemotion

Sappho, tr. by Anne Carson, from “If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho,” (x)

I only miss you when I’m not talking to anyone else.
an eleven word story // a.a (via perspective)
achillces

“Respond to every call that excites your spirit.”

Rumi
(via wordsnquotes)

znkos

“There was so much in you that charmed me that I felt I must tell you something about yourself. I thought how tragic it would be if you were wasted.”

— Oscar Wilde (via quotemadness)

Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you’ve been in before—you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall, the books on the shelves, the contents of the drawers: you could find your way around in the dark if you had to.
I’ll Give You the Sun - Jandy Nelson (via rebumzel)
imagination

soulmate (n.)

A person with whom you have an immediate connection the moment you meet – a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. As this connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep, strong and complex, that you begin to doubt that you have ever truly loved anyone prior. Your soulmate understands and connects with you in every way and on every level, which brings a sense of peace, calmness and happiness when you are around them. And when you are not around them, you are all that much more aware of the harshness of life, and how bonding with another person in this way is the most significant and satisfying thing you will experience in your lifetime. You are also all that much aware of the beauty in life, because you have been given a great gift and will always be thankful.

memoryslandscape

“This poem is the poem about how I lost you before I even had you.”

Karese Burrows, from “After We Kissed,” L'Éphémère Review (no. II, November/December 2017)

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