heartless

May 18

“When I touch her, my fingers don’t question what she is. My body knows who she is. The strange thing about strangers is that they are unknown and known. There is a pattern to her, a shape I understand, a private geometry that numbers mine. She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am. She is a stranger. She is the strange that I am beginning to love.” — The Stone Gods, Jeanette Winterson (via helplesslyamazed)

(Source: quote-book)

May 17

“For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.” — Tom McNeal  (via you-minx)

(Source: hazor, via freedomandjesus)

May 07

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May 03

a-public-journal:

“Husbands and wives should have separate interests, cultivate different sets of friends and not impose on the other. You can’t spend a lifetime breathing down each other’s necks. We are very, very different people and yet somehow we fed off those varied differences and instead of separating us, it has made the whole bond a lot stronger.” - Paul Newman

a-public-journal:

“Husbands and wives should have separate interests, cultivate different sets of friends and not impose on the other. You can’t spend a lifetime breathing down each other’s necks. We are very, very different people and yet somehow we fed off those varied differences and instead of separating us, it has made the whole bond a lot stronger.” - Paul Newman

(Source: anenlighteningellipses, via thechocolatebrigade)

(Source: adamonroe, via justsayinnn)

Apr 30

humansofnewyork:

Grab a mop because your heart’s about to melt.

humansofnewyork:

Grab a mop because your heart’s about to melt.

Apr 17

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

” — Margaret Atwood (via thechocolatebrigade)

(via incaseofsunrise)

Apr 13

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