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I could say that her eyes were as blue as the sea, but that would be an understatement. Her eyes were more like mirrors to a raging ocean of melancholy and despair, and for some reason, all I wanted to do was go for a swim.
Noah Geffroyd (via wordsnquotes)
How deep do words cut?
If I told you that I love you,
Would it reach your soul?If in a desperate haze.
I cry out all my love,
Will your ears bleed
With the sincerity of my words?And if I say it in a whisper,
Just loud enough,
Would it echo a loud truth
In your sea of thoughts?
Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.
it was never going to be perfect – I don’t want it to be. I want the mess. I want the awkward moments and bad hair days, I want your best and I want your worst.
heroffbeatinfinity, messy souls (via wnq-writers)
The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.
let her touch you; physically. let her please you in ways that I couldn’t, let her hands roam freely up your spine and into your hair, let her touch you; physically.
but please, don’t let her reach into your ribcage and kiss the scars on your heart, they way I did. don’t let her soul dance with yours to the melody of your laugh. don’t let her touch you; emotionally. don’t let her lips heal every cut and fade every bruise that appears upon your skin, don’t let her hands hold you where it hurts until it doesn’t hurt anymore. don’t let her words hit you like a summer breeze. don’t let her touch you; emotionally, verbally, ever.
uncondition-l, I’m afraid you’ll find someone that’ll make you happier than I did (via wnq-writers)
I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here.
Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak (via wordsnquotes)