“I have a list in my head of all the feelings I still want to feel before I die. And you have ticked so many things off that list.”
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
“I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me. Love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of. Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.”
— The O.C.
“Every person I’ve ever loved has some how become toxic to me. A living, breathing reminder of why I was always better off alone. I love too hard, too quickly and then sometimes I don’t love enough. I guess I’m just bad at love.”
— Kristie Betts
when Charles Bukowski said "and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"
“There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self- centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.”
— Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes
the little things we do in love are so underrated. simply catching a bus just to see someone, playing with hair more often, bringing flowers, giving handwritten letters, smelling their aura, kissing forehead when they don’t love themselves. no luxury can ever compensate the beauty these things hold.
— vishakha//@penthethoughts
“Sometimes you just have to stay silent because no words can explain what’s going on in your heart and mind.”
— Unknown
“At the end of a relationship, it is the one who is not in love that makes the tender speeches.”
— Alain de Botton, Essays in Love