wounded rhymes

‘It’s just so strange.
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets.’
by
Clementine von Radics

(Source: galasai)

‘It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.’
by

Naguib Mahfouz

(Source: slanting)

‘Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.’
by

Rumi

(Source: hellanne)

‘I’d try to explain that it’s not really negativity or sadness anymore, it’s more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can’t feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you’re horribly bored and lonely.’
by

Allie Brosh

(Source: hellanne)

‘I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.’
by Rudy Francisco(Source: in-finitus, via marseraki)

‘You started out as a curious traveler inside the turbulent blood-source of my body. You inhabited the first vein. You moved on to the main heart artery. Then you became my very own blood.’
by

Frida Kahlo, ”The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait”

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via lifeinpoetry)

‘Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul.’
by

Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Little Princess

(Source: akisoba, via ai-ai-captain)