CLMR
breathless *
And my god, how it hurts
—Six Word Story #23 by breathless
posted on April 22nd with 39 notes

This is the kind of tired that sleep can’t fix.
—"10 Word Poem" series - #16
posted on April 21st with 254,699 notes
filed under: quote

Not that running away’s going to solve everything. I don’t want to rain on your parade or anything, but I wouldn’t count on escaping this place if I were you. No matter how far you run. Distance might not solve anything.
—Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore.
posted on April 21st with 3 notes

amospoe:

"It was a strange love story from the beginning. I could see Jean-Luc was looking at me all the time, and I was looking at him too, all day long.  We were like animals. One night we were at this dinner in Lausanne. My boyfriend, who was a painter, was there too. And suddenly I felt something under the table – it was Jean-Luc’s hand. He gave me a piece of paper and then left to drive back to Geneva. I went into another room to see what he’d written.  It said, “I love you.  Rendezvous at midnight at the Café de la Prez.” And then my boyfriend came into the room and demanded to see the piece of paper, and he took my arm and grabbed it and read it.  He said, “You’re not going.” And I said, “I am.” And he said, “But you can’t do this to me.”  I said, “But I’m in love too, so I’m going.” But he still didn’t believe me. We drove back to Geneva and I started to pack my tiny suitcase.  He said, “Tell me you’re not going.” And I said, “I’ve been in love with him since I saw him the second time. And I can’t do anything about it.” It was like something electric. I walked there, and I remember my painter was running after me crying. I was, like, hypnotized – it never happened again to me in my life."
— Anna Karina

amospoe:

"It was a strange love story from the beginning. I could see Jean-Luc was looking at me all the time, and I was looking at him too, all day long.  We were like animals. One night we were at this dinner in Lausanne. My boyfriend, who was a painter, was there too. And suddenly I felt something under the table – it was Jean-Luc’s hand. He gave me a piece of paper and then left to drive back to Geneva. I went into another room to see what he’d written.  It said, “I love you.  Rendezvous at midnight at the Café de la Prez.” And then my boyfriend came into the room and demanded to see the piece of paper, and he took my arm and grabbed it and read it.  He said, “You’re not going.” And I said, “I am.” And he said, “But you can’t do this to me.”  I said, “But I’m in love too, so I’m going.” But he still didn’t believe me. We drove back to Geneva and I started to pack my tiny suitcase.  He said, “Tell me you’re not going.” And I said, “I’ve been in love with him since I saw him the second time. And I can’t do anything about it.” It was like something electric. I walked there, and I remember my painter was running after me crying. I was, like, hypnotized – it never happened again to me in my life."

— Anna Karina

posted on April 21st with 3,355 notes

michaelfaudet:

More poetry and prose by Lang Leav here

michaelfaudet:

More poetry and prose by Lang Leav here

posted on April 21st with 141,945 notes
filed under: FUCK. quote This. lang leav

I’m a broken record with one note— ‘Why aren’t you here?’
—excerpt #39 — breathless
posted on April 20th with 2 notes

I have tasted your love
and will forever walk this earth
seeking to quench that thirst.
—I’m not the same — breathless
posted on April 20th with 4 notes

One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.
—(e.v.d.a)
posted on April 20th with 107,911 notes
filed under: oh quote

It’s horrible when your heart is somewhere your body is not.
posted on April 20th with 172,109 notes
filed under: quote

it’s been four years and i haven’t
written a single poem, my boyfriend
asks if this is how i’ve always been,
he describes me as a wildfire, i
laugh and wear lipstick and buy
expensive perfumes and drink
champagne and let electricity spill
from my wrists like oil, i vacuum
two, three - sometimes four times
a day, my therapist says that’s not
a healthy way of dealing with loss
but i tell him that neither are pills,
sometimes he asks me about you,
i say you tasted like the sun and
touched me like i was the moon, it’s
all very sad, you know? the entire
dying part? it’s all very sad, i say,
some days i don’t want to get up,
on Sundays i watch the clock, i cook
potatoes and steak for dinner, he tells
me he likes my dresses and my pink
lipstick and especially when i read
him poetry, i don’t feel guilty when
he thinks they’re about him, i do feel
guilty that they’re always about you
—i’m sorry it had to end like this  (via irynka)
posted on April 19th with 1,062 notes
filed under: wow.

Today was a day of babysitting the nephew + burgers on beaches + driving on the pch + photo taking before dessert

posted on April 19th with 2 notes

hello ya lot
feel free to talk to me, I always have free ears to lend (:

posted on April 19th

va-liente:

"…it was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once"
Lang Leav

va-liente:

"…it was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once"

Lang Leav

posted on April 19th with 2,526 notes

I have gotten into baseball recently, and whenever I have trouble writing, I think about the pace of baseball. It’s slow. You strike out a lot, even if you’re great. It’s mostly individual, but when you have to work together, it must be perfect. My desktop picture is of the Red Sox during the World Series. They aren’t winning; they’re just grinding out another play. This, for me, is very helpful to have in my mind while writing.
—Greta Gerwig on writing at 14 Screenwriters Writing - NYTimes.com (via housingworksbookstore)
posted on April 19th with 242 notes
filed under: brilliant quote on writing

posted on April 18th with 1,247,476 notes

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