"Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret."

- Jonathan Carroll, White Apples  (via wordsnquotes)

(via actionsofallyourthoughts)

Source: wordsnquotes

Those that came before
Branded their names upon my heart,
Pressed heated, fiery feelings there
So that when they left, all could see
Who I belonged to.

Some days, I smell fire before I wake
And I scream and scream and scream
Until smoke fills my lungs and steals
My voice away, and it feels fresh,
Again, aches and burns, scent of
Burnt flesh lingering in the air.

But you.
You are a soothing balm, the scent
Of you pungent and herbal.
I can feel you slowly encompass
My heart, and it’s healing, pure and
Insistent in it’s tender ways.
The scars are fading.
You’re still here.

If you ever chose to leave, I would
Have no dreams of fire, scream myself
Awake. There would be tears, but
I would wake to incomparable joy,
So eternally grateful that you were here,
Your medicinal scent cleansing,
Lingering like incense at dawn.


His voice was steely, made of
Wires and metal and constantly
Moving parts that kept him cold and
Indifferent, Why can’t you just
Move on? Why must you grieve over
The loss of something so valueless

I replied. Not as strong as him
But with a conviction he lacked in

I raised it, watched it grow from
Such a weak, feeble thing into something
That could carry me for days, weeks.
But I couldn’t keep it alive, no matter
How hard I tried, no matter what I did
I watched it wither away and die.
Our love was a living, breathing thing
And it died.
It was yours.
It was mine.
It was ours.
And it’s gone now.


"Writers are the exorcists of their own demons."

- Mario Vargas Llosa (via mofobian)

(via cxramac)

Source: maxkirin

"And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about."

- Haruki Murakami (via protective)

(via actionsofallyourthoughts)

Source: brouhahamagazine

"I don’t want a love with soft edges
or a love that’s gentle, polite or timid.
I want a love that licks its lips
and begs for seconds.
I want a love that breaks headboards
and disturbs the neighbours.
I want a love that sleeps in
and a love that stays out late.
I want a love that smears its lipstick
down my neck like warpaint.
I want a love run wild.
I want a love like sun fire.
I want a love that starts riots
and roars in defiance.
I want a love that’s mad,
fierce and full of fight.
I want you, now, here, all night."

- Beau Taplin || I want you, now, here, all night. (via afadthatlastsforever)

(via lostandfoundfiction)

Source: afadthatlastsforever

"This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The
person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two
of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be."

Source: deadsensescompany