Fair Winds and Following Seas

Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you.

—- Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You  (via patsta)

(via shruggin)

You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.

—Warsan Shire (via durianquotes)

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Somewhere in his body—perhaps in the marrow of his bones—he would continue to feel her absence.

—Haruki Murakami (via vacants)

(Source: vacants, via impersonalwords)

There is an ache in the pit of my stomach whenever I get a missed call from an unknown number and I can feel you somewhere on the west coast leaning on a pay-phone sighing at your empty pockets. I can hear your footsteps make their way past your temporary lounge spots, up your flight of stairs, shaking against your wooden stool. I can smell cigar smoke on your shirt and the coffee brewing in your kitchen. I can feel your hair covering your eyes when you look down at another book you’ll recommend me when you get the chance. I can taste your thirst to get keep moving and never give anyone a chance to get tired of your manic laughter or the way you rant on about how little people are willing to experience. Sometimes the world feels so small when you touch my mind in new york city, but that’s what people like you do. You are the charming, run-away interest in everyone’s story. The echo at the light end of the tunnel. You are their fleeing opportunity; The entertaining presence of their could-have-been lives and the ache in their stomachs when you’re gone.

You are my lost and forgotten urge to take every path and sail every ocean and feel every fingertip. If this world is as small as it feels sometimes, I’ll find you again.

—Ache (via mlcli)

(via impersonalwords)

I love you— I do— but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.

—David Levithan, Every Day
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Yo, deadass.

—New York Proverb (via streat-dreems)

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