“She had grown attached to it with the obstinacy with which people become attached only to things that hurt them.”
— The Solitude of Prime Numbers

A side street in Prenzlauer Berg.

“You may have discovered entire new countries in your own soul.”
— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West  (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via waitingonroses)

We are all haunted by the ghosts of the people we could have been.

So excited for Germany and the Netherlands!!! Eek!!

So excited for Germany and the Netherlands!!! Eek!!

(via egyptiate)

I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.
— To be good, to save nothing (x)

(via waitingonroses)

“I’m sorry that you’re scared. I’m sorry that you didn’t get enough good news. I’m sorry about the hard falls, the bruises, the splintering bone; sorry about that first kiss. Wasn’t it a mess? Isn’t it all a mess? A little blood on your dress shirt, a patch on your sweater, and you laugh anyway. You deserve better, everyone deserves better, but this is what you get. It’s not all bad. Sometimes there’s pancakes for breakfast; sometimes someone you love is waiting to kiss you back. Sometimes things work out, and that can’t make you better, but maybe it’ll get you through.”
I’m never sure how to write these letters, wesley king (via bombsinyourbones)

(via toast-and-nectarines)

breakupquotesforgirls:

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Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld, Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot (1861)

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Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld, Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot (1861)

“People aren’t maps. Or homes.
No matter how hard you try,
you can never fold another into
your back pocket.
You will never occupy the same
space as someone, regardless of
how intently you dig your claws
into their flesh.
Don’t try to eat their bones.
Don’t suck on their tears
like they are holy water.
I am done with comparing your
eyes to glowing embers,
your palms to shallow bowls of lake,
your heart beat to continental drift.
Every poem has made you more human,
each word carves you into
a marble statue. A monument
you are not deserving of anymore.
I am tired of thinking you are
more than mortal.
A person is a person. Nothing more,
nothing less. Just a collection
of bones, some flesh and a
bunch of nerves. Not a map.
Never a home.”
jessica therese, “A Person is a Person” (via contramonte)

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I think it’s the pants thing that makes me the most upset. I can’t even imagine going into a store and just buying something based on actual measurements. 

Actually I can. It’s called heaven. I think it’s the pants thing that makes me the most upset. I can’t even imagine going into a store and just buying something based on actual measurements. 

Actually I can. It’s called heaven. I think it’s the pants thing that makes me the most upset. I can’t even imagine going into a store and just buying something based on actual measurements. 

Actually I can. It’s called heaven. I think it’s the pants thing that makes me the most upset. I can’t even imagine going into a store and just buying something based on actual measurements. 

Actually I can. It’s called heaven. I think it’s the pants thing that makes me the most upset. I can’t even imagine going into a store and just buying something based on actual measurements. 

Actually I can. It’s called heaven. I think it’s the pants thing that makes me the most upset. I can’t even imagine going into a store and just buying something based on actual measurements. 

Actually I can. It’s called heaven. I think it’s the pants thing that makes me the most upset. I can’t even imagine going into a store and just buying something based on actual measurements. 

Actually I can. It’s called heaven. I think it’s the pants thing that makes me the most upset. I can’t even imagine going into a store and just buying something based on actual measurements. 

Actually I can. It’s called heaven. I think it’s the pants thing that makes me the most upset. I can’t even imagine going into a store and just buying something based on actual measurements. 

Actually I can. It’s called heaven. I think it’s the pants thing that makes me the most upset. I can’t even imagine going into a store and just buying something based on actual measurements. 

Actually I can. It’s called heaven.

I think it’s the pants thing that makes me the most upset. I can’t even imagine going into a store and just buying something based on actual measurements.

Actually I can. It’s called heaven.

(via marz-i-pan)