I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.

— Hanamoto Hagumi, from Honey and Clover (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Source: stephanericherthanyou)

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Sometimes I wonder what the fuck I’m doing. Am I ready for this? Am I ready for a different face, a different taste? A deeper voice pronouncing the word ‘stay’ or teeth not quite as square? Can I lose myself in eyes that are missing the darker tone of blue than what I’m used to, and am I okay to never see the freckle that lies on your waterline? Am I prepared for new inside jokes and a laugh that doesn’t sound like the coughing fit of a man with a three week old cold? I’m not sure. I’m not sure if I’m ready to have my dreams invaded with some else’s lips. But I guess I have to be.

— Jessica Haley Mathews, “Am I Ready?” (via wordsnquotes)

(Source: wnq-writers)

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lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

(Source: anamorphosis-and-isolate)

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violentwavesofemotion:

"I’m restless when I miss you. I mean…restless, man, fuck this! It’s like I feel you’re away and suddenly I feel available to myself but just not quite. I perform perfect neutrality so I don’t miss out on sensations I could share with you. I allow myself to have fun and I allow myself to start my day normally but I can’t feel anything to the extreme because I don’t allow it to touch me enough. And I don’t allow it because you’re not here."

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makemestfu:

EVERYTHING RELATE

makemestfu:

EVERYTHING RELATE

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(Source: kostennn)

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I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.

— Unknown   (via corazonvolatil)

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aseaofquotes:

J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

aseaofquotes:

J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

26th August, TuesdayReblog
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

John KeatsBright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne (via feellng)

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(Source: sarahseeandersen)

26th August, TuesdayReblog