Anyway, you can’t leave her like that. You can’t do that to the woman. She doesn’t deserve it; nobody does. You don’t belong to her and she doesn’t belong to you, but you’re both part of each other; if she got up and left now and walked away and you never saw each other again for the rest of your lives, and you lived an ordinary waking life for another fifty years, even so on your deathbed you would still know she was part of you.
- Iain Banks, “The Bridge”  (via sleepychick)

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I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you cannot stand.
- Andrea Gibson (via perfect)

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There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.
- Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968 (via shinkikker)

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Tonight, I miss you.


It’s not the same kind of missing you that I usually do. It’s the painful kind.

Because I know I’ll be missing you more often than not and I don’t know if you miss me anymore.


“Blood Moon,” Taken in Colorado. April 15, 2014.
I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need.
- C.R. (via naturallydope)

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You had me at a point where I would’ve left the entire world behind for you.
- 2:03am, I really loved you that much. (via tahom)

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Skin cells regenerate
every two to three weeks.
That means -
I no longer wear
the skin you kissed.
- m.v., I feel no relief. (via findingwordsforthoughts)