Iโ€™m almost never serious, and Iโ€™m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. Iโ€™m like a collection of paradoxes.
Ferdinand de Saussure (via wordsnquotes)
  • Me: I should do something with my life
  • Me: *opens tumblr*
You are a poem that keeps writing itself at 2 a.m., you know that? A poem thatโ€™s tattooed into my veins. A poem that keeps me awake. A poem that will never be finished, will never be able to walk away. You are a poem stuck at the base of my throat, underneath the lining of my tongue held tightly behind clenched teeth.
(via wordsthat-speak)
There are certain people that come into your life, and leave a mark. Iโ€™m talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you as your own soul. Their place in your heart is tender, a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless. If you had a lifetime to talk, there would still be things left unsaid.
Sara Zarr (via wordsthat-speak)