Originally Posted By honeychurch
I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.
Now dinosaurs freeze to death on your shoulder.
I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.
I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.
Jeffrey McDaniel, from “Letter to the Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back” (via honeychurch)
Originally Posted By xzxcuzx-me
People always fall in love with the most perfect aspects of each other’s personalities. Who wouldn’t? Anybody can love the most wonderful parts of another person. But that’s not the clever trick. The really clever trick is this: Can you accept the flaws? Can you look at your partner’s faults honestly and say, ‘I can work around that. I can make something out of it.’? Because the good stuff is always going to be there, and it’s always going to pretty and sparkly, but the crap underneath can ruin you.
Originally Posted By nirvikalpa
Love, therefore, can contain hate very nicely. Hatred can contain love and be driven by it, particularly by an idealized love. (Pause.) You ‘hate’ something that separates you from a loved object. It is precisely because the object is loved that it is so disliked if expectations are not met. You may love a parent, and if the parent does not seem to return the love and denies your expectations, then you may ‘hate’ the same parent because of the love that leads you to expect more. The hatred is meant to get you your love back. It is supposed to lead to a communication from you, stating your feelings—clearing the air, so to speak, and bringing you closer to the love object. Hatred is not the denial of love, then, but an attempt to regain it, and a painful recognition of circumstances that separate you from it. If you understood the nature of love you would be able to accept feelings of hatred.
Seth, Nature of Personal Reality (via nirvikalpa)
Everyone is asleep. They’ve all been asleep for years. You seemed … awake.’ Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens them again.’I’m tired of sleeping.
Lauren Oliver, Delirium
And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.
Leonard Cohen, Let Us Compare Mythologies
She didn’t belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone. People always thought she was too wonderful to belong to them or that something too wonderful would hurt too much to lose. And that’s why she liked him— because he just thought she was crazy.
C. JoyBell C.
Originally Posted By heartmindawakening
In your whole life nobody has abused you more the you have abused yourself. And the limit of your self abuse is exactly the limit you will tolerate from someone else. If someone abused you more than you abuse yourself, you probably walk away from that person. But if someone abuses you a little less than you abuse yourself, you will probably stay in that relationship and tolerate it endlessly,
Don Miguel, ”The Four Agreements” (via breathemystardust)
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Originally Posted By lonelyinsomniac
One of the deepest feminine pleasures is when a man stands full, present, and unreactive in the midst of his woman’s emotional storms. When he stays present with her, and loves her through the layers of wildness and closure, then she feels his trustability, and she can relax…
Osho
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Originally Posted By ztrnztrn
I’ve stopped classifying things as “love” or “friendship” according to arbitrary superficial details- the feelings I share with certain friends are so intimate, so beautiful, that it’s ridiculous that I don’t call them lovers just because we don’t sleep together. It’s fucking absurd that sex should be the dividing line between our relationships, between which ones take precedence, between who we play with, live with, sleep with, who we take care of first, who we die with at last.
From the zine Infinite Relationships. (via baddominicana)
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Originally Posted By simply-quotes
Cutting people out of your life is easy, keeping them in is hard.
Walter Dean Myers, Slam! (via creatingaquietmind)
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