Forever Yours, Elle.
“ I’m sorry to say this, but, those who are most worthy of love are never made happy by it. Do you still think men love the way we do? No… men enjoy the happiness they feel. We can only enjoy the happiness we give. They are not capable of devoting themselves exclusively to one person. So to hope to be made happy by love is a certain cause of grief. ”
Madame de Rosemonde, Dangerous Liaisons (via johannal) (via quote-book) (via itsmyspace) (via brokenmachine)
“ I think it’s more interesting to see people who don’t feel appropriately. I relate to that, because sometimes I don’t feel anything at all for things I’m supposed to, and other times I feel too much. It’s not always like it is in the movies. ”
Ryan Gosling (via brokenmachine)
“ The irony of love is loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right, and finding out that you love someone right after that person has walked out of your life. Sometimes you think you’re already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you suddenly realize that you’re just pretending to be over them, just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again. For some, letting go is one way of expressing how much they love a person, but for others it’s holding on to that special feeling as long as possible before it fades away. Most relationships tend to fail not because of the absence of love, love is always present, it’s just that one was being loved too much and the other wasn’t being loved enough. We all know that the heart is the center of the body, but it beats on the left. maybe that’s the reason why the heart is not always right. Most often, we fall in love with the person we think we love only to discover that for them, we are just a pass time, while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger. So here’s a piece of advice: let go when you are hurting too much. Give up when you or the other believes love isn’t enough, and move on when things are not like before. there is someone out there who will honestly love you, and only then will you know true love. ”
Unknown (via brokenmachine)
Love is like tug of war - it hurts so bad to hold on, but for some odd reason, you just can’t seem to let go.
(via runawaytrain)
“ It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss. ”
Jonathan Safran Foer (via brokenmachine)
Letter the Fourth
Dear G,
With everyday I love you more but the things you say may become your down fall. You never should remind a girl of her past. Especially, when if you knew the truth it might kill you. My past haunts me, everyday I regret what I’ve done. Why remind me of it day after day when you don’t even know the truth? I can’t stand to hurt you like that. I never want to hurt you the way you hurt me. With everyday I love you more and I cannot wait until I am with you again. My life is you, my love is you, my breath is you. Sad thing is, you can still love someone and be wrong for them. I want to forgive myself but I just can’t. There’s a difference between giving up and letting go. Giving up is sacrificing what was rightfully yours and letting go is forgetting what never was. But I will never let you go, I will never give you up. But when you first told I wanted to say Don’t find the time to cry for me, don’t find the words to speak for me, don’t find the nerve to feel for me, just get the fuck away from me.But I could not. I can not live a day without you. I cannot live without your touch. Are you here because you need someone, or because you need me? I know that I need you. The cracks in the concrete remind that no matter how strong you are, you will always fall apart at some point in your life.I need you here to catch me.
Forever Yours,
Elle
I’ve got a shovel on my shoulder, and I’m ready to dig
I’m ready to sift through the soil under my feet
I’m ready to dig through the snakes & the bugs & the worms
The depths and the darkness are of little concern
Ive hung up my efforts on a ten foot high pole
I’ve thrown away all my life, and any sign of a soul
I’ve tossed aside reason and all slivers of belief
I’ve been digging for years, now I’m down on my knees
I’ve got blisters & splinters, I’ve got bleeding palms
I’ve got holes in my logic and my understanding is flawed
I’ve got tears streaming down, forming layers of mud
I’ve been sifting the dirt for so long and pushing away any traces of love
I’m gaining a broken back, along with a sunken chest
Stitching together the seams of a smile, is a trick I know best
All these days I’ve been digging my life into a hole
I’ve been digging deeper and deeper, I dug right through my soul
I’ve buried myself, too deep to crawl out of the depths
I’m a wanderer now, having died without death
-http://brokenmachine.tumblr.com/
“ And after a while you learn that you don’t need anyone else in order to survive. No one is ever going to always be there, no matter what they say or what they promise you. You just gotta suck it up, accept it and keep going on. ”
(via eletheowl) (via brokenmachine)
“ I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and did not want to be anything more. I was entirally happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep. ”
My Antonia Willa Cather.
