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His heart was nothing but a drought land, and she came like a rainstorm.
Why is it 'WYD?' and never 'come on, let's watch the moon together.'
'A girl who loves to read books'
🤝
'A guy who takes her to bookstore dates'
Nothing is more splendid than the sound of you reading out loud to me.
That smile across the hall...
God!!!!
It will forever have my heart.
I am scared of the love I have for you. Because I know it will ruin me. And I also know that I will let it.
At that phase of truly, madly and deeply in love with you, where you can say anything, unwrap the worst things you have done and I will not abandon you!
Me at 2AM: letting my head spin with all the stories and scenarios from the romance novels I've ever read, knowing nobody's gonna love me the same way.
Why is it always 'ILY' and never 'You have bewitched me; body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.'
It's so out of the way how a single person is missing for you and the whole world feels empty.
"You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry."
~Â Frida Kahlo
You are not understanding the silence;
and I'm out of words now.
“To remember everything”
What a blessing…and
Ohh! What a curse.
The fact that music exists, makes life bearably worth living.
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena
I am a hopeless romantic. Special emphasis on HOPELESS, but a romantic nonetheless!
I'd cut my hands on a paring knife if it meant he'd be happy and full of sliced persimmons. I'd happily bleed for him and wouldn't even care, so long as he's okay.
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.
Margaret Atwood
I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.—My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering heights
Show me your thorns and i'll show you hands ready to bleed.