I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Book Geek Quote #549
Because alcohol tastes better than tears.Six Word Story (via icekq)
Forgive the trees
for the way they can’t stop shaking
even after all these years of practice.
for the days you don’t even want to try.
I have this theory that the more important & intimate the emotion, the fewer words are required to express it. For instance, in dating. ‘Will you go out with me?’ Six words. ‘I think I care for you.’ Five words. ‘You matter to me.’ Four words. ‘I love you.’ Three words. ‘Marry me.’ Two words. So what’s left? What’s the one most important & intimate word you can ever say to somebody? It’s ‘goodbye.’ — J. Michael StraczynskiDaily Tumblr Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)
He says to me ‘you feel restless during thunderstorms because they negatively charge the ions in the air. The entire fabric of your being is being changed by the sky. Isn’t that something?’
I think on this and run my finger from the top of his forehead to the bridge of his nose and kiss him there. Gently feel all my insides begin to unravel at the contact.
I laugh and say ‘that explains it then.’
He smiles and murmurs ‘what?’
The sigh falls out of my mouth like a prayer, ‘it explains you.’
The wolves howl for you,
and we are breaking our bones in this forest
In this treetop of wants,
in this body full of timber,
in these spaces where you prowl out of the door
and my arms freeze open to the shape of your waist.
like this -
stone cold waiting.
This is how we do:
the beasts cry for you, teeth bared, incisors falling out of their mouths, snarling guttural at the moon.
I do the same.
I leave my gentle at the door and at your feet.
I leave my surrender wide eyed and holy-mouthed.
You crawl back into our bed sometime after midnight,
blood in your teeth and clutch my hair in your fists
lift me by the neck and taste the back of my mouth
hands around my throat - surrender
we break our bones together.
You take my spine and hold it between your teeth.
Shake and release. Shake and release.
I touch the ground with my toes and you bury all your brutal in places that it cannot be lost.
I hold your face and tender you
and we break our bones together.
I have always had a voice that is too loud to be a secretAzra Tabassum, Letters For the Boys Who Broke My Heart (via scarletdarlingxo)