““You’re The Kind Of Soul Anyone Would Be Lucky To Be With, And You Don’t Even Know It, The Great

“I wanted nothing more than to feel something, but I didn’t know how to deal with what came after the feeling.”

— Julie Murphy

“I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.”

— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps (via wordsnquotes)

It’s been a whole week of “I was never good at telling jokes but the punchline goes, I’ll get older but your lovers stay my age, from when your Brooklyn broke my skin and bones, I’m a solider whose returning half her weight, and did the twin flame bruise paint you blue, just between us, did the love affair maim you too, and in the city’s barren cold, I still remember the first fall of snow and how it glistened as it fell, I remember it all too well” being stuck in my head and I wouldn’t have it any other way

“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

— Lauren Oliver, Delirium (via perfeqt)

“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

— Andrea Gibson