A month apart felt like a prison sentence. Pixelated pictures weren’t enough to make the heart stop hurting. Late night exchanges of words that should have been whispered as we laid, warm and united, in your bed. I started to lose myself, punching walls and breaking skin again. I longed for you to save me.
Tim Neil, This Is What Love Feels Like (via larmoyante)


you said you’re scared to know me
i lied to you for the first time last night
i haven’t given up

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via larmoyante)


Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
I don’t much care where.
Then it doesn’t much matter which way you go.
So long as I get somewhere.
Oh, you’re sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Your veins create a map
of all the places that my love
longs to call home.

Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 13 (via larmoyante)

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