“That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretense. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.”—Jim Morrison (via dishevelment)
“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”—Sylvia Plath (via jesseekkah)
“Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.”—
Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac (via daphneemarie)
The way I see it, don’t let ‘em go if you’re gonna want ‘em again.
I used to be a never ending staircase of bruised eyes and a sore heart. I used to curl up and pretend I loved the city and one-to-forever. I mean I did, really. There was something there, once. That unfaltering light of yesyesyes, and this must be it. Barefoot on the porch, making up my own rain, couches full of dog-eared love. And then I realized that my life was spinning in all the wrong directions.
I woke up.
Bare feet tangled in one another, driving in the rain with my hand in that familiar spot and my mouth singing endless ‘I love you’s’, a dog and a blanket always there. The way I found my mouth fit so much better to your collar bone, neck, ear, fingers, lips. The way my body found its home in you.
But I guess it’s like playing cards- except this time, I’m not always the winner. I hid behind my walls of ‘we fucked’, ‘shut up’, ‘cunt’. My bruises and soft bones became my own wrecking ball. No, I can’t let you in, no I can’t do this again, no I can’t say yes.
I never said I was a perfect girl. I told you I was good at loving. And I still say I am. I am electric: my skin crackling with cracks of good intentions, secret spaces, paper thick with furious love. I am echoes of what was: stitches in the seams, a weekend to the farthest place, a chalky mural outside your window, a ring worth 442662 miles. I never said I was good at being a lover. I am just good for you.
I can’t stop drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes, licking salt from my lips, writingwritingwriting. I’m filing up the broken silences with zebra pens and characters, colors and whispers and murmurs and truth. I can’t stop shaking- even in my dreams. There is nothing solid inside of me except my beating heart and burning tongue.
The only thing I am afraid of is the dark. And you.
“The greatest irony of life is loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right and finding out you love someone after that person walks out from your life and sometimes you think you’re already over a person but when you see them smile at you, you’ll suddenly realize that you’re just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again. For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much you love the person. Most relationships tend to fail not because the absence of love; love is always present. It’s just the one was being loved too much and the other was being loved too little as we all know that the heart is the center of the body but it beats on the left. Maybe that’s the reason why the heart is not always right. Most often we fall in love with the person we think we love only to discover that for them, we are just for past times, while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger. Here’s a piece of advice: let go when you’re hurting too much, give up when love isn’t enough and move on when things are not like before. There is someone out there who will love you even more, surely then, you will know true love.”—
“You gotta do what your heart tells you to do. Let me tell you somethin’ right now. You’re only allowed three great women in your lifetime. They come along like the great fighters, every ten years. Rocky Marciano. Sugar Ray Robinson. Joe Louis. Sometimes you get ‘em all at once. Me? I had my three when I was 16. That happens. What are you gonna do? That’s the way it goes, you know? Tell you right now. See this girl? Maybe this girl, she put wind in your sails. Maybe she’s your first great one.”—I seem to be everyone’s first ‘great one’. In the worst sense of the way.