June 2013
“But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.”
—Kurt Vonnegut (via thatkindofwoman)
“This is the painful part. Love doesn’t leave you. Not all at once. It creeps back in, making you think it can be another way, and you have to remind yourself of the reasons that it probably won’t be.”
—Laura Dave, The Divorce Party (via thatkindofwoman)
“Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.”
—Hanif Kureishi (via thatkindofwoman)
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”
—Charles Bukowski (via pecurka)
I’ve been feeling apart from my life lately. Every person is a stranger, there is no more closeness. I reach out but there’s nothing.
