Amusing Molly/ A Musing Molly

trinityburn:

I don’t care how many libraries there are in the world, I still look for you when I can’t find the right synonym for beautiful. I may never be the one who sleeps next to you at night, but at least let me be the love letter tucked beneath your pillowcase to remind you that no matter what, you will always be loved by me.

(via thelandlockedmariner)

Source: trinityburn

"Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth"

— (via thiskitten)

(via shemonster)
Source: callme-jay

"While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close."

— Jeanette Winterson (via beermethatquote)

(via thelandlockedmariner)
Source: beermethatquote

"

“Some days I miss you so much
I’d jump off the roof of your office building

just to catch a glimpse of you on the way down. I wish
we could trade left eyeballs, so we could always see

what the other sees. But you’re here, I’m there,
and we have only words…

And lately - I feel betrayed by the alphabet, like they’re
injecting strychnine into my vowels, infecting my consonants”

"

— Jeffrey McDaniel (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
Source: thelandlockedmariner

"Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be… and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe."

—
— Andrea Gibson (via ignify)

(via shemonster)
Source: thelindenbuzz

"

You should stay as far away from me as possible. You should pack up your blue eyes and your cold, immobile heart and leave me in the middle of the night with no word on how to find you. Listen to your instincts, feel it in the wind, whatever. Look for the signs, each one is whispering to you a single word: Run!

So go. Git.

Ignore our similar histories and passions. Do not imagine the future I could slide into like water down your throat. Do not close your eyes and remember how we have quietly twisted together. Whatever you do, don’t remember the good. The good might lure you back to me.

Instead, think only of your fears and call them convictions. Call yourself a wanderer. Tell yourself I will only tie you down. Repeat these excuses to your friends. Pretend not to hear how flimsy the words sound. Go explore, be alone, find yourself. Meet uncomplicated girls. Don’t learn their last names. Fuck them.

You fear (and rightly so) what I will do to your life. I would challenge every thought, blur every line and insist on vivid detail and subtext. I would ask too much. I would be an upheaval, a time suck, the last thing you need in the tidy bohemian chaos of your story line. I am soft-bodied and warm blooded and entirely to conflicted and passionate to be any good to you. I would grab. I would insist. I would run my hands up your arm, put my mouth to your ear, and whisper “I love you.”

Go. Please, without saying goodbye. And I wish you all the happiness in the world, I really do.

"

— (via forlornes)

(via shemonster)
Source: clementinevonradics

"

i want everything about you tattooed onto my skin.
your birthday. your middle name. your favourite lyrics.
the way you look when you’re trying not to cry.
the taste of you on my lips.
the time you spent the whole day telling me everything you knew about the sun, the sky, the clouds, just so i wouldn’t think about what day it was.
the shaky smile you gave me when you told me you loved me for the first time.
all things i’m going to want, forever.

i want you, permanent.

"

— anon (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
Source: thelandlockedmariner

"I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered."

— Sarah Dessen (Just Listen)

(via jooolsy)
Source: kari-shma