"I really thought that I wanted you, or thought you were going to be the one. I have spent so many years, so much of my love and my time dedicating myself to you. To wanting to restore your view on forever. To show you that anyone can love, but it takes true courage when it comes to really meaning it. And for awhile there, I really thought I meant it. But then one morning, I woke up to find you next to me, and then finding myself wishing you weren’t there, and that I was alone, and you were somewhere with someone who actually wanted to see your true self in the morning light. And that’s when I knew that I was really over this, finally over you. When I felt the feeling of wanting you to be with someone who actually wanted this just as much as you do."
- "I thought that I knew," - Colleen Brown (via larmoyante)

(Source: mostlyfiction, via larmoyante)

"When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth."
- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via jaimelannister)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via peacefulpieces)

"'What’s the difference?' I asked him. 'Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?'
‘One is a choice, and one is not.’"
- Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein (via larmoyante)
"If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?"
-

Kendrick Lamar


This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?

(via navinkoke)

(via larmoyante)

"You’re good at breaking my
heart; you’re good at putting
it back together. I keep letting
you do both, but I wouldn’t
need one without the other."
- anne, I’m addicted to you (via anneisrestless)
"I find myself perched against you
too often, head cocked like robins
listening for worms. I’m listening
for hope, I’m trying to capture
reassurance. We need to stop playing
Schrödinger – I haven’t heard
movement for days and it’s getting
ridiculous. Alright, one more night.
One more conversation where I don’t
ask the important questions. I listen
so intently that I hear my own heart
beating and think it’s yours. I’ll
hold onto this for days and make
more excuses for the smell. I
wonder if it’s possible for me to
be alive enough for both of us."
- anne, we’re done aren’t we? (via anneisrestless)