HEARTBREAKS AS TYPES OF PAIN: I. The Headache: your mother doesn’t let you take a day off school for this one. sometimes it’s like it’s not even there. sometimes it’s nails digging into the back of your skull. sometimes it’s classroom nausea and spinning. it doesn’t stay still, moves to your eyes, to your face and the sides of your head. it keeps you up some nights, the nag of it all, the weight of it all. when it’s gone you don’t even notice. ii. The Flu: this one keeps you in bed for a week. you think your lungs forgot how to breathe. you feel him with his hands around your neck. feel the throb of it in your palms and your face. you stop eating because he sits at the bottom of your stomach. because your throat aches with the taste of him. this one turns you ice-cold, makes you forget what warmth felt like. iii. The Open Wound: you can’t stop picking at it. the blood sticks to all your favourite shirts, turns them dark red and warm. it stings when he touches you, stings when he tries to hold you, stings when he tries to kiss you. it stings when you try to sleep. your mother tells you to see a doctor, tells you to cover it up. you say this hurt makes it real. iv. The Broken Knee: this one leaves a bruise. leaves you on crutches for months. it aches when you move, when you try to run. you carry it around with you like another limb, like he never even left. the pain of it is fresh, like the moment of impact, like the first fall.

Reena B. | Heartbreaks as types of pain. (via rbcages)

Let the dark take you away

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via shoeboxtony)

Happiness is the only thing we can give without having

The saddest thing anyone has told me (via narcotic)

Ease your soul here

And today I had a realization That in years from now When my hair has gone grey with age, Or short for a job or long from time, And my skin is filled with lines. And I sit on my bed or my chair or the floor I won’t remember today. Or yesterday. Or tomorrow. And if I won’t remember the hands of the clock When I was on that hill, or in that car, Looking at the crimson hues dance In the sky or on the floor Then what’s the point in looking at them At all.

blurredmeaning (via blurredmeaning)

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Pablo Neruda (via quotethatword)

"I miss you like the moon misses the sun, destined to chase it until the end of time"

You could drag me through hell if it meant I could hold your hand.

(via dreamsleftunspoken)

"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly"

"You are my light, my life, my future; you are my whole world"

“What happens if a car comes?” “We die”

“I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.”

- Virginia Woolf

Wait for the person who pursues you, the one who will make an ordinary moment seem magical, the kind of person who brings out the best in you and makes you want to be a better person; wait for the person who will be your best friend, the only person who will drop everything to be with you at any time no matter what the circumstances, for the person who makes you smile like no one else and when they smile you know they need you. Wait for the person who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats and a tee shirt, but appreciates it when you get dressed up for them. And most of all, wait for the person who will put you up at the center of their universe, because that’s where you belong.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.

Virginia Woolf, The Years (via wordsnquotes)

Love her. Love her at 6pm when she’s all dreamy and lovable. Love her at 3am when she’s all scared and crying. Love her. Hug her when she’s feeling low even when she pushes you away she just want to have you more closer. Kiss her nose while making her coffee with only two sugars how she likes it and tell her it reminds you of her beautiful and mysterious eyes. Read to her when she’s sleepy and tell her she’s the kind of girl authors write books about. Listen to the words she doesn’t say and hear every whisper of her. Grab her hands when she’s shaking because God that’s when she needs you the most. Let her cry, let her scream, let her break things, let her feel the lowest and then hug her, hug her and let her cry on your shoulder. Show her that you care, show her that you love her even when she’s mad, even when she’s down, even when she’s high. Kiss her slow while she kisses you with hunger, let her take you, let her push you on the couch, let her loose her breath while kissing you. When she says she doesn’t love you, tell her that you love her even more harder. And love her, oh how much she needs your love. Don’t try to figure her out, just be there and love her.

Kristel Marku (via fluohrine)

She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people can give.

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