“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
— The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via underskinnyfeels)
9:46 pm • 16 October 2014 • 598 notes
Iceland, just the hint of the aurora looking out to the mountains beyond Thingvellir. A perfect night.
9:45 pm • 16 October 2014 • 30,045 notes
“I know there was something before you. I just can’t remember what it was.”
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You. (via budddha)
(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything, via budddha)
9:44 pm • 16 October 2014 • 408 notes
“We almost made it.
I almost called you “mine,”
And you almost called me “yours.”
I think we almost loved each-other.
But the only thing I was sure about is that
wasn’t good enough.”
— Nautica Elaine Woods, I Needed A Guarantee, Not A Hypothetical (via larmoyante)
2:53 pm • 12 October 2014 • 20,458 notes
“I think I could have loved you
better than anybody,
and I can’t stop making lists
of all the times I almost told you that.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, from Waiting (via alonesomes)
(Source: sweetnothingsinlife, via tenth-circle)
2:53 pm • 12 October 2014 • 4,051 notes