I placed my dream in a ship
and the ship on top of the sea;
—and then parted the sea with my hands
to sink my dream in the deep.

My hands still drip with water
from the blue of the waves thus parted
and the color that runs from my fingers
colors the sands, now deserted.

The wind is approaching from afar,
the night in the cold submits;
under the waves lies dying
my dream, in the hold of a ship…

I will weep as much as needed,
so that I might the sea increase
and that my ship might come to the bottom
and that my dream might cease.

And then, all will be perfect:
the beach smooth, the waters ordered,
my eyes, dry as stones
my two hands, shattered.






I have told myself you are not allowed to hurt me anymore. That's what hurts the most.


You can only hurt someone until there's nothing left to hurt.

Another day has passed, another week has come and gone.

"Pewne rzeczy w życiu, nim jeszcze zdążymy się do nich przyzwyczaić, zmieniają się w czasie krótszym od jednego krzyku."

and I torture myself wondering if you’ve ever felt it too

In other words: you take me to a height of which I will never come down

because I could not imagine a night like this with anyone else

I want you

nothing less

nothing more

i’ve lost you
and yet
i still choose
to love you




no thunderstorm could ever wash away the depth of my compassion for you

I’ve also found that nothing has ever compared to the way you make me feel
and I am afraid that nothing ever will

"I felt I was on fire with the things I could’ve told you. I just assumed you eventually would ask."

When someone stops saying hello, I don’t see that there’s any need to say good-bye.

It all means more than I can tell you. So you must not judge what I know by what I find words for.

You won’t understand this now. Later, perhaps. When you are older. When you learn that life is not only about the choices you make. That some of them will be made for you.

Knowing someone isn’t coming back
doesn’t mean you ever stop waiting.

I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.

The world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness.

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

We always worry about the wrong things, don’t we?

At least one thing was consistent about her life: It just kept on getting more complicated.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.

I mean, the people I have loved in my life have never been easy to love. I’m not used to normal. I’m used to disaster. I don’t know, as messed up as he is, he’s also sort of exciting, sort of a challenge. I’m accustomed to working for love.

To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.

How boring these emotions are that we’re caught in and can’t get free of, no matter how much we want to.

Life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with.

Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.

I’m not really sure
How much of me I can lose
So I could find you

I have always 
placed you before me,
and then I wonder why 
I’m never noticed by you - 
the back of your head
doesn’t have eyes.

And so,
even with all your faults,
I still love you -
by default, and by choice

I need to stop 
blaming my heart,
for the mistakes 
my head made.
In retrospect,
I need to stop 
blaming my head,
for the things 
my heart said.

I’m so rich, I can afford another heartbreak.

Your sparkling eyes
Make it hard to see behind the lies
Why do I put up with this disguise

I know what I have given you…
I do not know what you have received.

I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.

Things usually make sense in time, and even bad decisions have their own kind of correctness.

"I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt."

Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.

“You don’t take a photograph. You ask, quietly, to borrow it"

this is my last goodbye

where all our dreams fall apart 

where my heart comes undone

where memories can’t save us

where my love fails you

and every dried petal falls away

I want to get to know you.

I want us to run into each other on the street, I want you to invite me in from the cold, and I want you to offer me tea. And I’d smile, because it’s so unusual to find a sweet boy who loves tea these days. I want to talk to you about politics and why they confuse me…

"But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know?

i’ve been ready for christmas ever since december 26th

My hobbies include; ruining everything that’s good for me and… oh no wait, that’s it. 

i CANT FIND A WAY TO FORGET YOU

person: what's your favorite season?

me: probably season 5

person:

me:

person:

me:

person:

me: oh you meant like winter or summer okay my bad

"I am missing you most in the silence between songs on my favourite records. Sometimes it takes so long for the music to start."

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I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed."