This Is Just To Say
I can spend ten minutes
hunched over my keyboard saying
nothing but thinking
the word “love”
and I don’t mean “love”
in the “I want to kiss you and carry your children”
more like the “your fate is my fate”
kind of way.
but I won’t, at least
not until next time
5:13 pm • 16 April 2014 • 4 notes
"I didn’t get married until I was 50. I think it finally happened because I stopped thinking it was possible."
"How do you mean?"
"Before I gave up, I was putting so much pressure on myself that I’d immediately be considering and measuring every man I’d meet. It’s not natural to begin a relationship with such a long term view. When I met my husband, I wasn’t looking past that afternoon."
3:00 pm • 8 April 2014 • 12,041 notes
"My dad lived in Newark, so he’d pick me up on the weekends and I’d go stay with him. But since he didn’t really get along with my mom, he’d never come over to the house. Whenever his train arrived, he’d just call and I’d go to the station to meet him. But one weekend he was three hours late. I tried to call his phone but he didn’t pick up, so I assumed he wasn’t coming and left to see a movie with my friends. I guess his train showed up a few minutes later. Because my mom said he called as soon as I left. When I finally got in touch with him, we got in a big fight. He was mad that I’d gone to see the movie. He said I didn’t care about him or love him. That was on Saturday. Late Sunday night, I got up to go the bathroom, and found my stepdad and mom crying in the kitchen. They couldn’t even tell me he’d been murdered. They just said that ‘something happened to someone in Jersey.’ I asked if it was my aunt. Then my cousins. Then my grandma. And my mom just kept shaking her head. I went down the entire list of people in Jersey before getting to my dad. And with each name I said, I got more and more scared, cause I knew what had happened."
2:59 pm • 8 April 2014 • 9,867 notes
“I think of you so often you have no idea.”
— James Joyce, from Ulysses (via violentwavesofemotion)
12:45 pm • 7 April 2014 • 6,777 notes
Valle Verzasca, Lavertezzo, Bellinzona, Morcote, Lake Como
10:56 am • 7 April 2014 • 2 notes
“I have so much of you in my heart.”
— John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne (via larmoyante)
12:18 pm • 4 April 2014 • 5,024 notes
“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.”
— Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo (via larmoyante)
6:47 am • 4 April 2014 • 5,340 notes