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my heart is in the city of love but it's raining in paris

I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

— Kiersten White (via 5000letters)

the first time we kissed
a tornado blew its way through Kansas
and a small town in Arizona fell to its knees
at the sight of a forest fire
we told ourselves not to mourn
that maybe we were the creation borne
from the destruction
we’d learnt that there’s no such thing
as beauty in the breakdown
but we fell into each other
like a jetplane with a loose wing
I held onto you so desperately
that five months later the nail marks on your forearms
still spelt my name it looked like someone
had pressed cigarette butts to your skin
but it was only me and it was only you
and somehow we ruined everything but each other
if we were ever sorry for any of it
I don’t remember
our bodies marked like graves
with each other’s mouths
it was all so beautiful
even when it went up in flames
see, because even when I hated you
I still wanted to touch you
and when we touched, baby
somewhere across the city a truck flipped off the road
and the electric went down
just for half a second, the time it took
for your hands to touch my hips
and turn my entire body into a lit match
for a solid month, we were nothing but hungry teeth
nothing but red marks and swollen lips
we were the reason for every natural disaster
and every car accident
this is the love our mothers never warned us about
the kind that tasted like lighter fluid
and lingered like gun powder under our nails
the kind that tried to split the earth right down the middle
just so it could breathe
this was the kind of love that the bible
wouldn’t talk about because it looked
too much like being buried alive
too much like a landscape made of bruises
too much like having a heart where the mouth should be
this was the kind of love Eve tumbled out of Eden for
I will never apologize for the way we were or the things we did
we could not help the volcano inside of our bodies
or how we burned like the treetops in Arizona
because this was the kind of love our mother’s didn’t warn us about
the kind we couldn’t even say out loud without
making the entire city shudder

"The love our mothers didn’t warn us about" || Azra & Caitlyn  (via 5000letters)

and maybe you gave him
more love
than his heart could hold.

'capacity' by Della Hicks-Wilson (via dellahickswilson)

for the fifth time this month
you say you’re going to leave him
he calls you a cunt over the phone
then walks the three miles to your house
and kisses your mouth until the word is just
a place on your body.
i don’t know what brings broken people together
maybe damage seeks out damage
the way stains on a mattress halo into one another
the way stains on a mattress bleed into each other.

— Warsan Shire  (via 5000letters)

I wanted to take you by the shoulders and ask why everything I’d given you wasn’t enough. Turns out it was, and you were just too stupid or too blind to see it.

— Azra T, Letters For the Boys Who Broke My Heart (via scarletdarlingxo)

Here is the truth: It is hard to be in love 
with someone who is in love with someone else. 
I don’t know how to turn that into poetry.

— Clementine von Radics, from Untitled (via avvfvl)

'I don't think I even breathe when we're not together,' she whispered. 'Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?'

— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park (via broadens)

Perhaps, the problem is not the intensity of your love, but the quality of the people you are loving.

— Warsan Shire (via 5000letters)

The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation, but thoughts about it. Be aware of the thoughts you are thinking.

— Eckhart Tolle (via oh-good-life)

Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours cos they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that.

— Azra Tabassum (aka 5000letters)

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