"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long." — Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)
"But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your neighbor this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like the letter S on your palm. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you fear owls . Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Tell me about your friends’ childhood funny stories, tell me about the little girl who used to annoy you when you were kids. Text me at 4 AM to tell me about the dream that woke you up , come at my door to show me your writings . Talk to me about your wildest dreams that you feel embarrassed to share with anyone Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather." — warmsnow07 (via wnq-writers)
"So why don’t you talk to each other anymore?”
….
“Because,” he paused giving a soft smile.
“Strangers can not start
a conversation with I’ve missed you
even if it’s all there is to say." — kfroy (via wnq-writers)
….
“Because,” he paused giving a soft smile.
“Strangers can not start
a conversation with I’ve missed you
even if it’s all there is to say." — kfroy (via wnq-writers)
"And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all." — Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily
(via books-n-quotes)
(via books-n-quotes)
