Eye contact: how souls catch fire.
—Yahia Lababidi, Aphorisms
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Sometimes, when it’s very late at night, I close my eyes and I see yours. I see yours and stars in the sky and I remember how it felt to be loved by you and my mouth opens but there is no more air in my lungs and oh god, how it hurts to remember
In case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.
—Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries
My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.
—E. Y. Harburg
Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony.
even beautiful things can hurt you
The real romantics know that stretchmarks are beauty marks, and that different shaped women fit into the different shapes of men souls, and that real romance is really sacrifice.
"that real romance is really sacrifice"
"I don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"
If this doesn’t hit you like a ton of bricks then idefk
You — you alone will have the stars as no one else has them. …In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night… You — only you — will have stars that laugh.
—Antoine De Saint-Exupery
Do you ever just crave someone’s presence? like you would literally be happy just sitting next to them & it could be completely silent.—Unknown //
oh you know, just bear stuffs