stumblingtoglory:

Emptying the cup to fill the pages.

rebeccablairart:

Moleskine 03, #057
When you love someone, it should be easy. It might get hard during certain moments, but in the way you two get each other — it must be gloriously easy. Deep, soul-consuming yet effortless, magnificent, simple to the very core. Hearts connecting and communicating, instant flashes of one person’s reaching out and the other’s immediate encompassing of the initiative until reaching out feels powerfully mutual — it must be nothing other than that. Automatic bloody wanting, wanting and desiring. Choosing that person during your hardest, most painful, as well as ordinarily human moments. Laughing your ass off with them not in order to break the ice but just because it feels effortless even when things get dramatic. Directness of emotion. Occasionally losing consciousness of what feels like yourself and at the same time knowing that this is you addressing someone you love. Acceptance of whatever happens. Plain trust. Know how complicated it is and then state it simply — experience the other person not merely in terms of them understanding you but also in terms of fucking feeling it with you at that very moment — that’s what soul communication is about. When you love someone, man, it must be devastatingly real. It doesn’t need to be profound. It doesn’t need to be complicated beyond belief. Sure it can be all that, but then again, fuck that. Fuck any possible attempt at a description. Your entire being must yearn toward everything yearning is about. That’s the only way it happens. This yearning must be shared. True motherfucking unembellished, accurate soul connection. There it goes.
- All These Things You Wish You’d Say (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via requiemforthepast)


I may be guilty and feel full of holes but I can still say a few things — I love you more than any human being, any anything. To lose you seems worse than death but that is what I must prepare myself to do. The hardest part was our closeness, our deep and lasting relationship, our bonds of confidences. I feel I have failed you and yet I didn’t mean so. And I can’t explain — maybe never can I explain.
- Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters  (via rampias)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via requiemforthepast)


elenamorelli:

{ tall trees, melting snow }
And if you’re homesick
give me your hand and I’ll hold it.
- Birdy, from People Help The People (via requiemforthepast)

isawatree:

Frozen Light by Preston Rowlette

The best part of a relationship is getting to call the person, or lay down next to them, and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long. In the end that’s what it’s about. It’s not about sex, it’s not about the money they give you, it’s not about how good looking they are, it’s about them listening to you talk for hours and hours and hours, about stupid shit that doesn’t matter.
- Tegan Quin (via perfect)

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0rient-express:

Road to Fall | by Ildiko Neer | Facebook.

Of the few things I wanted then, I needed you.
- William Logan, fom For An Old Girlfriend, Long Dead (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via requiemforthepast)