Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer.
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via quoted-books)

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Maybe someday
Roses will grow
From the tears
That soaked my pillow case

Maybe there’s a light inside
I just can’t see
But amidst a New York City night
Fireflies aren’t all that pretty

And maybe beauty isn’t diminished
By a temporary state of being
But my fire’s all blown out
And these matches don’t seem to burn

I’m just so tired


Don’t fall in love with me.
There are days when I get sad without a reason and I just stare at the ceiling with tears streaming down my face.

Don’t fall in love with me.
On those days, I don’t talk to anyone. I just bury myself in my bed and think about how I became this mess of sadness.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I will become attached to you and I will cry myself to sleep if you don’t text me good night before you go to sleep and I will convince myself that it’s because you got tired of me.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I’m too much. I will depend on you. I need attention, much more than other people. I’ll talk to you in metaphors and make you one. I’ll write poems about you and opening up my skin at 2 A.M.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I couldn’t stand you coming home to find me on the bathroom floor shaking and crying, with blood spilling from my wrists. I couldn’t stand seeing the disappointment in your eyes.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I will pour everything I’ve left of me into you, every bit of love, until I have nothing to give. Until I become completely empty.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I’m scared that my sadness is contagious.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I will replay your sweet words in my head when I hate myself so much that I want to die. Your words will be the only thing that make me stay.

Don’t fall in love with me.
You will live in fear. You won’t be able to leave me, because you’d know if you did, I wouldn’t have anything to live for.

Don’t fall in love with me.
Before I met you, there wasn’t a single person who could’ve made me stay. You’re my reason now.

Don’t fall in love with me.
Because I will fall in love with you.

"will you write about someone loving you but you can’t love yourself?" - requested (via marlboro-kisses)

Q
Tell us about this boy you write about
Anonymous
A

marlboro-kisses:

i’ve known him since 30 november 2012. i’ve loved him since 21 december 2012 and i still do. it’s been 578 days. but these are just numbers.
i don’t believe in love at first sight but when i first saw him, and he smiled at me and i think i knew it. no, i didn’t know that he will be my first true love, who keeps me up at night, whom i will write poetry about. but i knew he could be special.
he’s two years younger than me, but i don’t care. he’s smart, intelligent and mature. he loves books and sometimes listens to classical music. we can literally talk about everything and i am in love with his mind.
he’s beyond words and poetry. when it comes to him, i’m so poor with words.
he’s the person who knows me best. he knows that i am a mess, and that i’m usually sad but he can always put a smile on my face, even on my worst days.
when my father passed away, we weren’t together, but when i told him about what happened, he came to visit me.
he knows that when life is too much for me, i hurt myself. and he wants me to stop. but he also told me that he doesn’t care if my skin is full of scars. he said i was beautiful, and my scars cannot change this fact. he kissed my scars, all of them. both on the outside and inside.
he kissed me like we were drowning, and we were oxygen for each other.
i know i can’t expect people to save me, or call it whatever you want. but he did. he saved me.
he said he would never hurt me. and even when he left, he didn’t. i was better with him then i had ever been.
yes, he left. but not completely. he’s still a part of my life, the most important part of it. he still cares, i feel it.
i love him. i love him. i love him.



I love you
As much as a
Broken heart can.

Q
I miss him so much it hurts , and I don't know what to do without him ...
Anonymous
A

mimickingmaelstroms:

this is what i do:

  • turn out the lights. take a shower in the dark. it may seem like a thousand hummingbird wings tapping incessantly on your skin at first, but soon, they’ll become a steady river flowing, you’ll forget they were ever made of even tinier matter.
  • watch foreign movies without turning on the subtitles. turn up the volume. fill the entire room with conversation that you aren’t a part of. listen. you’re a ghost now. listen. until you begin to have dreams of letting people into your life again. listen. until you desire to be a part of someone else’s life again.
  • press flowers in between pages of your favourite book. let the days pass. you’ll forget. but anytime you come to remember, they will still be there, more beautiful than ever. you’ll remember. but this time, you no longer will desire to forget. this time, it won’t hurt as much.


I don’t trust people who don’t love themselves and tell me, ‘I love you.’ There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.
Maya Angelou (via myshortnotes)

Don’t you dare
fucking call me
six months
after you left me
and tell me
you want to start over
because I’ll never
go through
what you put me
through again.
I promise you,
I’ll spit in your face
and scream
until I’ve coughed
out my lungs,
you fuck.
Stay away from me,
I mean it.
I gave up (via itzonlyyoubabe)


If you have loved, you have lost. Don’t feel too bad about it — sometimes things just don’t work out, people change, or maybe you weren’t right for each other in the first place. It’s what happens after a relationship has ended that matters. Move on, let go, and make the best of things. But the question remains, can you really unlove someone and somehow unwrite the past? Go back to the place where it all began, and learn to love the memories with out them. Wake up and stretch into all the empty space in your bed, because you have grown into something larger than they could ever contain.

I don’t need you to try and be superman for me, I just need you to be there. Any battles we have, I want to face them together. I’m self-conscious; whenever you’re with another girl, I worry they’re more fun to be around. Whenever we see a pretty girl, I worry you think they’re more pretty than me. I hate how many close female friends you have. When you’re talking to them, I wish you pulled me closer so I could feel more secure. It’s hard to compete with that many friends of yours. It’s frustrating you have more close girl friends than guy friends. When I’m mad at you, I want you to kiss away the anger. When I ignore you, I want you to give me attention. When I tell you I won’t text you so you can spend time with friends, I really just want you to argue with me and tell me i’m the one you want to talk to.