Via
"The world goes on stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can’t you see? I do not."
Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution 
Via
"And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in."
Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility 
"I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words."
"I think of poetry as ice skating where song lyrics is more slopping around in puddles."
Matt Berninger
"Mais je sais que le lien qui nous unit est plus fort que le temps qui passe et je te quitte avec l’espoir de te retrouver, un jour, quand nous serons plus libres, plus grands et plus dignes de notre amour."
Un Amour de Jeunesse
"Als je zo lief wil zijn
ik weet het heel erg zeker
leg mij het zwijgen op
‘t is echt voor iedereen beter
als je zo lief wil zijn
neem me dan mee naar huis …"
Spinvis
 
"It’s better to have nobody than someone who is half there, or who doesn’t want to be there."
Angelina Jolie 

clusterphoque:

do you ever get weirded out by the fact that everyone around you is constantly within their own mind and thinking a million secret thoughts and battling internal struggles just like you and that you’re not the only one who thinks these things and that the people around you aren’t just faces meant to fill up your life but they’re actually really deep people who have a lot more to them than you ever actually even think about

Via
"I loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hell’s of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly."
Charles Dickens, The Mystery of Edwin Drood
"I love you and I always will and I am sorry. What a useless word."
Hemingway