Every poem is about you. Even the ones
about other people, they’re for your eyes
only. Everyone else who reads this is just a stranger
looking through the window at us.
It always comes back to you.
It will always come back to you.
- Clementine von Radics, It’s The Way (via larmoyante)
I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.
- Veronica Roth, Insurgent (via larmoyante)
When you are your own best friend, you don’t endlessly seek out relationships, friendships, and validation from the wrong sources because you realize that the only approval and validation you need is your own.
- Mandy Hale, The Single Woman (via larmoyante)
Basically we are all looking for someone who knows who we are and will break it to us gently.
- Robert Brault (via larmoyante)
I told you
I’d love you
forever,
and I did;

it was you
who cut forever
in half.
- Pavana पवन (via larmoyante)
Before you left, you held my hand
gently, briefly, and I could feel
everything I love about you
in your hand. I could feel all of you.
- Iviva Olenick (via larmoyante)
Know that I loved you. Know that it was not enough.
- Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising (via larmoyante)
My entire life can be described in one sentence: It didn’t go as planned, and that’s okay.
- Rachel Wolchin (via larmoyante)
Changing your perspectives will not only transform you but also the whole world.
- Park Ji Hae (via larmoyante)
Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child’s smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.
- Jonathan Carroll (via larmoyante)
We’re all sinking in the same boat here. We’re all bored and desperate and waiting for something to happen. Waiting for life to get better. Waiting for things to change. Waiting for that one person to finally notice us. We’re all waiting. But we also need to realize that we all have the power to make those changes for ourselves.
- Susane Colasanti, Waiting for You (via larmoyante)
So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
- Veronica Shoffstall, “Comes the Dawn” (via larmoyante)
It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.
- Morrissey, Autobiography (p. 141)

(Source: hannaaurora)