wounded rhymes

Love must hurt
in order for it
to be real.
by  || Maza-Dohta  
Touch her heart before her body.
by 6-Word Story #71  

(Source: writingsforwinter, via yoourethebloodinmyveins)

I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
by Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via floriental)

It’s you, it’s always been you. It will be you a week from now, two years from now. I just needed you to know that it will always be you.
by (via a—failure)

(Source: sextingonline, via yoourethebloodinmyveins)

One of the best feelings in the world is knowing your presence and absence both mean something to someone.
by (via sophie-amelie)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via kgbees)


Agnes Su
Even before you touched me,
I belonged to you; all you had to do
was look at me.
by Louise Glück, from The Burning Heart

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)


Swimming (via: maytide.com - unknown photographer)
Artemis:   Photographer —  Blu Gum on Flickr  HERE
In case you ever foolishly forget; I am never not thinking of you.
by Virginia Woolf  

(Source: aesthesos, via perpetuatings)

I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.
by Dan Howell

(Source: phanjam, via perpetuatings)


Photo by Kate Pol