Po dłuższym nie odzywaniu się wysyłasz do niego smsa . Po pierwszych dwóch minutach nadal masz nadzieje , że odpisze . Po pięciu robi Ci się żal siebie i zdajesz sobie sprawę , że głupotą było odezwanie się do niego . Po dziesięciu minutach wpadasz w czarną rozpacz . I gdy nagle Twój telefon zaczyna dzwonić serce staje Ci tylko po to by dowiedzieć się , że tata dzwoni pytając o Twoje miejsce pobytu . Przecież nie odpowiesz mu , że siedzisz zapłakana na ławce w parku z papierosem w ręku . Przecież nie powiesz , że Twoje serce właśnie pęka i jedyne na co masz ochotę to na ucieczkę . Odpowiesz 'zaraz będę' i znów wrócisz do domu wmawiając sobie szczęście .

"I really believe it’s the moments we can’t talk about that become the rest of our lives. It’s the moments we cannot process by telling a story that destroy us in the end."

"There are as many ways to live in this world as there are people in this world, and each one deserves a closer look."

I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him that the world had run out of glasses and he would just have to do without."

"I wish I could be the one to hold you, though."

"Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love… love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too."

If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head."

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds."

"Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives."

"For Halloween I’m gonna be emotionally stable. No one’s gonna know its me."

"There are grammatical errors even in his silence."

"Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.

"In a world as wrong as this one, all we can do is make things as right as we can.

"I’ve cried, and you’d think I’d be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life."

Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence."

When I see you, I think about the past.

"I just don’t know what beautiful means anymore."

"What is terrible in life goes on somewhere behind the scenes."

Too bad people didn’t fall in love at the same pace, at the same time, for the same reasons, and too bad those emotions didn’t move simultaneously. 

I’ve never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart."

I’m sick of following my dreams. I’m just going to ask them where they’re going and hook up with them later."

"It was the kind of kiss I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know I was never so happy in my whole life."

I do believe you have a wound too. I do believe it is both specific to you and common to everyone. I do believe it is the thing about you that must be hidden and protected, it is the thing that must be tap danced over five shows a day, it is the thing that won’t be interesting to other people if revealed. It is the thing that makes you weak and pathetic. It is the thing that truly, truly, truly makes loving you impossible. It is your secret, even from yourself. But it is the thing that wants to live."

"Having to talk destroys the symphony of silence."

I don’t suppose you have many friends. Neither do I. I don’t trust people who say they have a lot of friends. It’s a sure sign that they don’t really know anyone."

"I did learn something about insanity while I was down there. People go crazy, not because they are crazy, but because it’s the best available option at the time."

"My dear, I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning."

—

I couldn’t help but smile. I think I wounded him. I was immediately sorry."

"Someday, even this pain will be taken away."

"You think it will never happen to you, that it cannot happen to you, that you are the only person in the world to whom none of these things will ever happen, and then, one by one, they all begin to happen to you, in the same way they happen to everyone else."

"I want you because there aren’t any good words for who you are. The only ones that come to mind are earnest, sad clichés like “amazing” and “magnetic” and “fascinating” and I don’t want to use them, but on the other hand they are the only words, and cliché or not they are honest words and I’m not sure consulting a thesaurus at this point would be genuine. And it’s not that I want you officially, like I want your last name or your Sunday mornings or your hard shiny promise, I just want to absorb you. I want to know what you know, want to hear your stories, want to filter through them gently and get lost in them, them and the soft hypnosis of your hands in my hair."

Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else."

I do miss you; I think of you: I have a million things, not so much to say, as to sink into you."

"I would willingly risk my happiness for the chance of securing his."

"We look at each other with shy relief. It’s the look two odd socks give when they recognize each other in the wild."

"I feel as if somebody had handed me the moon and I didn’t know exactly what to do with it.

"Dreams are like that: they go in and out of memories and scenes, but they are never real. They’re never real, and I hate them because they aren’t."

I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life."

"You make me nostalgic for a love that hasn’t even happened yet."

"He broke my heart. You merely broke my life."

"It’s always been hard for me to tell the difference between denial and what used to be known as hope."

"If you don’t receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it."

"I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them."

A world in which no one is ever quiet is a false one; it is a stage, not a world."

"You need to believe in things that aren’t true. How else can they become?"

Just remember that autumn is also called fall, and some falling places are so deep there’s no climbing out."

"Her eyes were the color of faraway love."

"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence."

I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention."

"But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved."

"Sometimes I wonder if my whole life will pass by this way: me waiting in the shadows, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for someone else to make it happen. Something new or different or crazy and amazing. I‘ve been there for so long, letting everyone else figure it out for me, floating along without much direction or conscious thought. Reacting."

"I think I wished for you all of my life."

"Sometimes, between people, it takes a long time to get over the disappointment they can cause each other."

"I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can’t be you?"

Suddenly, all I can think about are all the things I don’t know about him. All the things I never had time to learn. I don’t know if his feet are ticklish or how long his toes are. I don’t know what nightmares he had as a child. I don’t know which stars are his favourites, what shapes he sees in the clouds. I don’t know what he is truly afraid of or what memories he holds closest. And I don’t have enough time now, never enough time. I want to be in the moment with him, feel his body against mine and think of nothing else, but my mind explodes with grief for all that I am missing. All that I will miss. All that I have wasted."

Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover."

"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered."

Whatever you do, you need courage. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right.

"Trauma is survivable, but often not much more. It kills you while allowing you to still live."

But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

There were lots of things to stop and see - and then it was time to go, always time to go."

This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It’s that easy, and that hard."

"When we think of the past it’s the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that."

"Love drains you, takes with it much of your blood sugar and water weight. You are like a house slowly losing its electricity, the fans slowing, the lights dimming and flickering; the clocks stop and go and stop."

"I was scared of the way I felt as I ran away, knowing that if I stopped, I might have to confront the reason why I was always running - and I’d have to admit that there was no reason. Run, run, run. Was it toward something or away from something else?"

"…and your absence is the strongest scent in the air."

"I didn’t want to give you the one last part of myself that I couldn’t take back. And then you were gone… And I realized it was already yours. It had been since the beginning. Except that I hadn’t told you. It drove me mad, the thought that you would never know."

"There are traces of you all over my city, so really it wouldn’t help if I ran around trying to keep myself busy…"

"You can go on cutting my heart in two for as long as you wish."

"I live in my dreams - that’s what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That’s the difference.

"In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn’t that just how it sometimes felt?"

"I realize that life is risks. It’s acknowledging the past but looking forward. It’s taking a chance that we will make mistakes but believing that we all deserve to be forgiven."

"She was extending a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence."

"I mean, what if love isn’t a yes-or-no question? It’s not either you’re in love or you’re not. I mean, aren’t there different levels? And maybe these things, like words and expectations and whatever, don’t go on top of the love. Maybe it’s like a map, and they all have their own place, and then when you see it from the sky 

And that’s how you know it’s over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it’s the end.

It is dangerous to be right in matters where established men are wrong."

"One day after another - 
Perfect.
They all fit."

"Don’t ever think I fell for you,
or fell over you.
I didn’t fall in love,
I rose in it.
I saw you and made up my mind."

"Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives."

"It’s one thing to know a truth in your head but another to understand it in your heart."

"I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk

What she had realized was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst."

"That’s the scary thing about hope,” she said. “If you let it go too long it turns into faith."

"Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still you find reasons to keep living."

"Falling in love is not a rational process. It can’t be planned or avoided. It happens - for good or bad it simply happens. I knew he’d eventually leave. I knew we couldn’t be together, but I fell anyway."

"At times my life suddenly opens its eyes in the dark."

"Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds."

"Do you still write me? she asked. Every day, he replied. I have more letters to you than there are words in the world."

"Yet you still value the things you’ve lost the most. Because the things you’ve lost are still perfect in your head. They never rusted. They never broke. They are made of the memories you once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day by day. They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still existing. Of being real. Of having flaws. Of breaking and deteriorating. Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect."

‎"Rzadko mamy wpływ na to, kto pojawi się w naszym życiu, ale czasem mamy po prostu szczęście."

"and then I realised that he was her sign from God."

"I was scared of the way I felt as I ran away, knowing that if I stopped, I might have to confront the reason why I was always running - and I’d have to admit that there was no reason. Run, run, run. Was it toward something or away from something else?

No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day."

Destruction can be beautiful to some people. Don’t ask me why. It just is. And if they can’t find anything to destroy, they destroy themselves."

You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don’t want to understand you."

"In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it, and the fact that you’re putting yourself through pain means you are doing what you, by all rights, ought to do. You’re doing something right.

"We looked at each other until it felt like everything would burst into flames."

"I hear your name
rhyming, rhyming,
rhyming with everything."

"I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present."

"You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever…connections are made with the heart, not the tongue."

"It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I would shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed."

"Sometimes when we’re in love, we take the facts and spin them into pretty stories. But it’s a dangerous thing to do - because one day, like it or not, you’re going to see the world as it really is. You found out people aren’t always who you want them to be. And if you’re not ready for the truth…well, let’s just say it can come as a bit of a shock."

"There are many difficult things in this world to hide, but a secret is not one of them."

"But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,"

Remember that at any given moment
There are a thousand things
You can love.

"Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way."

Close some doors. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they no longer lead somewhere.

I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.

Lend me your eyes,
I can change what you see.

It’s about misunderstandings between people and places, being disconnected and looking for moments of connection. There are so many moments in life when people don’t say what they mean, when they are just missing each other, waiting to run into each other in a hallway."

“What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.”

you are everything I want

you are a poem I cannot write

a word I cannot translate

you are an exit wound

a name I cannot bring myself

to say aloud

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.

"We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie."

I am losing my illusions, perhaps to acquire new ones

"And when I asked you how you’d been I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before."

We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise.

"How terrible it is when you say I love you and the person on the other end shouts back ‘What’?"

"We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything."

“Never worry about your heart till it stops beating."

Because nothing has to be true for ever. Just for long enough, to tell you the truth."

"…we come of age as masks. 
Our true face never speaks."

"I could happily lie down and die sometimes."

"It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone."

"As I’ve said, freedom is really an illusion. Anytime we think we have a real choice, it just means we haven’t seen the shotgun aimed at our navel."

Two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes.
I couldn’t bear to think about it; and yet, somehow, I couldn’t think about nothing else.
The way she listened was more eloquent than speech.
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.
The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned

Tomorrow has always been my favourite day of the week.

And soon enough
you’ll just be a name that I once heard

It must mean something
to open my journal
for the first time in months
and find even those words
tracing themselves
around your name.

COPY AND PASTE YOURSELF INTO MY BED

THE AMOUNT OF MEN I WOULD MARRY WITHOUT A SECOND’S HESITATION IS A LITTLE APPALLING.

I have been told, sometimes, the most healing thing to do—
Is remind ourselves over and over and over:
“Other people feel this too.”

What you’re scared of has always been what moved you.”

“Hope? Oh yes, there is hope — infinite hope. But not for us.”

"First you hear the words
and they are like all other words,

ordinary, breathing out of lips,
moving toward you in a straight line.

Later they shatter
and rearrange themselves. They spell

something else hidden in the muscles
of the face, something the throat wanted to say.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

He became frightened of flowers because they grew so slowly that he couldn’t tell what they planned to do.

"Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back."

"She’s sitting right in front of me, but at the same time she’s a million miles away."

"I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center."

"There’s a pleasure to loving someone even when you know there’s no chance in them loving you back. The pain I felt let me know I was still alive."

"I love those who yearn for the impossible."

I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.

I’m not running away, I’m moving on.

The streets were dark with something more then night.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star. It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

It was the kind of love you can only feel toward someone you don’t actually know.

NAJGORSZE SĄ TE NADZIEJE, KIEDY JUŻ SAM NIE WIESZ, PO CO JE DO CHOLERY CIĄGLE MASZ.

Haunting.
I didn’t believe in ghosts, or devils, until I lost you but continued to feel you.



"She straightens her hair, puts on eyeliner, glosses her lips, and takes one last look in the mirror, all for the boy who will never care."

• teacher: why are you late for class?
• me: a queen is never late, everyone else is simply early
• teacher:
• me: peasants

Anonymous: Holy shit. I would fucking marry you.

my answer: if you’re a boy and the least bit attractive and witty who loves tea and books then the feeling is mutual ♥

one day im going to be too lazy to breathe and just die

We’re all playing the same game of life, just off diverent levels. We all have the same hell, just with different devils."

The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears

"Fictions are merely frozen dreams, linked images with some semblance of structure. They are not to be trusted, no more than the people who create them.

Every hour wounds. The last one kills."

Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew.

"The damage can fester under layers of time and change, and an ignorant, thoughtless remark can easily reopen the wound.

"Sometimes there are things in our life that aren’t meant to stay. Sometimes change may not be what we want. Sometimes change is what we really need. And sometimes saying goodbye is the hardest thing you think you’ll ever have to do, but sometimes it’s saying ‘hello again’ that breaks you down and makes you the most vulnerable person you’ll ever know. Sometimes change is too much to bear, but most of the time change is the only thing saving your life."

She was still waiting for him to come back to her, even though he wasn’t going to. She was still holding out for something that wasn’t going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.

Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.

I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.

Destruction can be beautiful to some people. Don’t ask me why. It just is. And if they can’t find anything to destroy, they destroy themselves.

I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don’t.

I think I still have rain somewhere in my heart.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

Everyone you will ever meet knows something you don’t.

If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.

Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.

We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.

Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

he was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.

She still loves you. She wouldn’t bother to torture you if she didn’t.

As long as someone’s holding your hand, it doesn’t matter where you’re going. As long as someone’s listening to you, it doesn’t matter what you are talking about.

A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about them.

I’ve decided not to fall in love again. It’s a disgusting habit.

Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?

I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch.

Loving you feels like learning a foreign language. At first it doesn’t make any sense to me and I don’t understand what I keep doing wrong. I’m flustered and I sound stupid. But the point of learning a language is that the more time you spend with it, the better you get. Being in love with you feels like learning more about you, what you like, what you don’t like. Loving you feels like being out and seeing something that reminds me of you. Love is like being fluent in you.

Whenever I get tired, I just wish to lose the ability to feel and think.

I often miss the little girl whose dreams had no barriers and who believed in a world where anything was possible with a heart that was full and unbroken.

We need fantasy to survive because reality is too difficult.

She yearned to call him, but hated the sound of the phone ringing, ringing, knowing that he might be standing right there, not picking up, knowing it was her.

Falling for him would be like cliff diving. It would be either the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me or the stupidest mistake I’d ever make.

I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were coming or I’d have cleaned up a little more. My life, I mean, not just the apartment.

I hadn’t understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only the words ‘yesterday’ and ‘tomorrow’ still had any meaning for me.


If you are still breathing maybe it is not such a bad day after all.


I just want someone to come and save me. From life, from fear, from memories, from everything. Just take me away.


If you just realize what I just realized, then we’d never have to wonder if we missed out on each other.

And I’m still here waiting there to catch you if you fall. I dont know why I care so much when I shouldn’t care at all.


I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded that for me it isn’t over.

You only really get over somebody when you find someone else that you care about more.

And I wait, hoping things will get better. And I hope, things will change for the good. And I cry, because I come to realize that it will never be the same.

Beauty is nothing. Beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, then you know it’s for something else.

No one should be hungry or lonely or wishing for life to end.


I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.

A million words would not bring you back, I know because I’ve tried. Neither would a million tears, I know because I’ve cried.


We don’t pick who we fall in love with, and it never happens like it should.

It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss. Even though you didn’t have something in the first place. I guess that’s what dispointment is, a sense of loss for something you never had.

Oh, yeah, love. Once upon a time, it was simple. If you liked somebody, you let them know. and if you didn’t, you let them know. One way or another, you knew where you stood. But as you get older, communication gets more complicated.

Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to.


You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice.To be or not to be. Every time you dont throw yourself down the stairs, that’s a choice.

I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I’d never have.