for the great collective sigh

  • Cersei: Was it ever possible for us?
  • Robert: No.
  • Cersei: ...
  • Robert: Does that make you feel better or worse?
  • Cersei: It doesn't make me feel anything.

Posted May 29, 2012 at 9:11 pm 2 notes

I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it.

I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it.

Posted May 23, 2012 at 10:55 pm 11 notes

Home

What I miss the most
is the way your head rested softly on my chest
and your fingers curled around the back of my neck
the way you held on
and I knew
that you needed me

Posted May 14, 2012 at 12:15 am 1 notes

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Posted May 12, 2012 at 2:56 am 40 notes

Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you.

Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you.

Posted May 6, 2012 at 12:13 am 8 notes

- You know it’s all a little bit hazy to me now. It ended so fast. - You mean it started so fast.  

- You know it’s all a little bit hazy to me now. It ended so fast. 
- You mean it started so fast.  

Posted May 3, 2012 at 10:12 pm 8 notes

"We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. The first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public. The second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. They are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners. They are happier than the people in the first category, who, when they lose their public, have the feeling that the lights have gone out in the room of their lives. This happens to nearly all of them sooner or later. People in the second category, on the other hand, can always come up with the eyes they need. Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. one day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark. And finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. They are the dreamers."

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Posted May 3, 2012 at 1:05 am 7 notes

Posted April 3, 2012 at 2:03 am 47 notes

Sometimes it’s time.

There’s the overwhelming guilt. It just sits in your throat, weighing down on your chest. And it sinks deeper with every glance, every smile, and every laugh. There’s the fear that at any instant the chair could be pulled from underneath you. That someone else is in control; that you’re hanging at the mercy of whim. There’s the heartbreak. It’s not imminent, it’s happening. You can feel the tiny cracks inching down the surface and there is no fixing, just preserving what’s left.

But that’s tolerable. The guilt can be ignored, the fear forgotten, and heartbreak is easily drowned. 

The worst part is that fleeting, sobering moment when you realise that it isn’t worth it. That you will regret it.

You can’t run away from what you know. 

Posted April 3, 2012 at 1:58 am