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"It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment."
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via larmoyante)
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"she’s not perfect;
no
but when we’re lying down
on our bed
and she fits my limbs
so easily
when she’s dragging her lips
on my neck
even in her sleep
i guess i’m allowed to boast
that she’s pretty
damn close"
Unknown (via perfect)
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"It’s you. It’s been you for the past 486 days. Since the moment I met you. It’s you at 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon. It’s you when I’m sleeping and studying and eating and laughing. You are everywhere and you are everything."
2am thoughts (via recalling)
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"I liked being the only one who understood her."
Simone de Beauvoir, from The Mandarins (via violentwavesofemotion)
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fruitgod:

Glow x
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"It terrifies you, doesn’t it? It scares the living shit out of you to love someone like her. Someone who is so much of a storm. Some days she’s stronger than you. Most days her voice is louder. She’ll say “no” once and mean it. If you don’t listen she’ll kick you out of her bed and out of her life. Maybe she’ll soften for you, between the quiet hours where the sun is just barely touching the earth, she’ll be all quiet breathing skin and open mouthed caresses. Maybe once in a while she’ll gentle herself into elastic and you’ll press open mouthed kisses to her skin without worrying about the burn. Stop living for those moments where she’s quieter. They’ll be rare. The thing is, most of the time, she’ll be on fire. You’ll have to carry the ashes of your arguments back with you, you’ll have to expect that she’ll fight you and love you at the same time. It’ll feel like loving a hurricane. So maybe, maybe you’re thinking that it’ll be easier if you just left. Maybe you’ll find a better one. Know this: if she asks you to stay, she will do it once. If you slam the door shut behind you she will shrug her shoulders, wrap herself in her own fight and wait for someone strong enough to love her. If you come back, months later, empty handed, she’ll kiss your forehead and shake her head and say ‘not today.’"
Azra.T “Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in - CNA” (via 5000letters)
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"you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him traveling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love."
"For Women Who Are Difficult to Love," Warsan Shire (via commovente)
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"I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the mouthful of gravel and blood,
I swore we were flying."
Sierra DeMulder (via feellng)
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"It was, and then it wasn’t."
Andrea M. (via yoursixwordstory)
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"If they ask you about me, tell them “She was the only girl who loved me with honesty, and I broke her.”."
Shahrazad al-Khalij (via pukia)
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"

On a quiet morning whilst you napped on a chair and I looked out of the window and wrote a poem, you made a cute snuffly sound that made me turn to look at you.

And there you were, looking warm and red-cheeked. Like how you always looked in the mornings, the same kind of soft that made my hands itch with wanting to touch you. Your eyelashes were fluttering against your face and I remembered how they always felt like baby moth wings when you kissed me.

As I looked at you, the sun reached through the window to touch your hair. You stretched and shifted and you were glowing. And I thought “I would do anything for him”
“Damn, this kind of love is terrifying.” And “how will I ever recover from this?”

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Azra.T “All at once” (via 5000letters)