“ Hold onto your voice. Hold onto your breath. Don’t make a noise, don’t leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will come back from the dead for you. This could be a city. This could be a graveyard. This could be the basket of a big balloon. Leave the lights on. Leave a trail of letters like those little knots of bread we used to dream about. Put your hand to the knob, your mouth to the hand. Pick up the bread and devour it. I’m in the hallway again, I’m in the hallway. The radio’s playing my favorite song. Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.
richard siken (via monstersflash) (via align)
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yoursummerheart:letterboxlove: 500 Days of Summer.
Most things are.
“ What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.
Jeanette Winterson (via suzywire) (via stilltime) (via apologies)
“ I believe everything happens for a reason. People change so you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so that you will eventually learn to trust no one but yourself and, sometimes, good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
Marilyn Monroe (via fuckyeahmarilynmonroe) (via feedyourinspiration) (via horriblywonderful) (via prettyeyed) (via apologies)
“ I am suddenly consumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believed in God, who spent winter days home sick from school reading Nancy Drew and sucking menthol cough drops, who could keep a secret.
Audrey Niffenegger (The Time Traveler’s Wife) (via rememo)(via scintilla) (via align)
“ …I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
Haruki Murakami (via thoughtsdetained) (via beautyintherain) (via apologies) (via finallyseeing)
The Alamo Is No Place For Dancing - The Scene Aesthetic
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What happened in our house taught my brothers how to leave, how to walk down a sidewalk without looking back.
I was the girl. What happened taught me to follow him, whoever he was, calling and calling his name.
Marie Howe (via finallyseeing)
breathsoftruth: plaidscarves: splitneedles: still
“ Do you know the most surprising thing about heartache? It doesn’t actually kill you. Like a bullet to the heart, or a head-on car wreck, it should. When someone you’ve promised to cherish forever says, “I never loved you,” it should kill you instantly. You shouldn’t have to wake up day after day after that, trying to understand how in the world you didn’t know.
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Lack of artist credit sucks: http://www.flickr.com/photos/thisislimbo/
“ There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark… their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.
Sara Zarr (via whileibreatheistillhope) (via quote-book) (via finallyseeing)
