the science of you makes me scream
Scars are more than faded lines (to me, at least). they are reminders of you,. when I will eventually forget you. they will be there, reminding me. of your hatred towards me.
It feels like end of the world, but actually is just the beginning, a new start..
i yearn for your hands on my skin.
i would rather hurt myself by keeping this inside me than let you ache i would rather let you feel free than watch you break.
Do I think I loved you. Maybe. I certainly think I loved the idea of you.
let me lacerate my flesh and watch the darkness pour out we are just frail creatures haunted by lust i can feel my lungs getting heavier when i shout the lesson is, never trust.
She’s hope (and everything in between that) She’s all the kind words and the reassuring smiles She’s despair (and everything in between that) She’s all the pink cuts and my lost guts She is...
white wine and cigars only seventeen, already everyman's dream blue blouses and pink scars her mind is full of agony, you could call her life as a tragedy.
i am writing this to let you know I have loved you for a very long time. in the mornings my shoulders are aching because you aren't here holding them straight with your arms around me.
I think I love you more than the last time I saw you, more than the last time we spoke, certainly more than the last time I yelled, and more than when I wrote those words.
i find it hard to believe that bullet holes can shatter glass, but it only takes one word to break a heart. call me cynical, but the fragility of human life always astounds me..
it's raining again and reminds me of you of our moments, of us. when we first met in the capital of peru you smiled at me and it felt like i knew you.
I promised to write you a letter. titled as "all the words I wanted to say". how I loved your old gray sweater. and how you made me feel special in every achievable way.
things that are hard to say but are entirely good to say:.
the ones who are living are the ones who are only dying Susanne Sundfor.
your love I require. the way you set me on fire. and all I can do is admire. I remember how I felt drowned. and how I tried to bury my memories to the ground. but it never worked.
he sees ghosts like they would be hosts telling him about people's cries yelling about sadness of their eyes.
you are the sea in which I am floating and I lose myself in you.
you have to believe there are kisses and hugs and risks worth taking.
"Are you always sad. someone asked (Always is a such a long, long time) I couldn't say. But. If sadness was a sea, I'd drown in it. Salty and warm, sadness is.
"like the seasons you come and go, and like the clouds you float away, but I love you all the same".
"I hope, when the time comes, you’ll be able to look back on your life with nothing but laughter and content. I hope you cross everything off that damn list of yours.
"Maybe some people just aren’t meant to stay in our lives forever, maybe some people are just passing through.
“So this is my life. And I wan’t you to know that I am both happy and sad" Stephen Chbosky.
"You know what I’ve realized. Everything in life is art.
"most of the days I am content with being alone but sometimes when I watch a movie or read a book that has a love story in it, or when I see lovers holding hands or kissing.
I just got a heart attack because of that "meow".
"People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secrets roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar.
"Curls of your brown hair-. tesla coils. freckles of your cheeks-. scatter plotted data. you’re a carefully. calculated. arrangement of atoms. eroding my atmosphere. challenging the very physics.
" Iwant to know how many scars you have and memorize the shape of your tongue. I want to climb the curve of your lower back and count your vertebrae your ribs your fingers your goose bumps.
"You spread yourself across seas Your voice greeting foreign trees Your voice stalking the evening stars".
"People are beautiful. sometimes, in the way they talk or smile or the way they bite their lip and look angry, when they just really want a hug sometimes, people are beautiful.
" I must ask you to be patient. there are cracks running through my bones. and my throat often seizes up when I try to speak. sometimes I will be distant and avoid. meeting your eye,.
"you be the sun, I’ll be the moon - just let your light come shining through and when night comes, just like the moon, I’ll shine the light right back to you.".
"In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that.
“I promise to plant kisses like seeds on your body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as I love you.”.
"It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.