Sometimes, She Is Too Much Of Everything—too Sensitive,too Generous, Too Intense, Too Adorable, Too
Sometimes, she is too much of everything—too sensitive,too generous, too intense, too adorable, too accepting.
She is mad, the kind of mad that makes you fall in love, and she doesn’t need much—some books to read, a warm touch, someone to love and to be loved.
—Something I'm Waiting to Tell You by Shravya Bhinder
More Posts from Bleedingoverpages and Others
In your memories, I am drunk on the poison named Love
THE SONG OF ACHILLES || Madeline Miller
And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current’s too overpowering; I don’t have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I’ve never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there’s no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I’ll be burned up, gone forever.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
You said you love me yet your actions say otherwise
“I didn’t come to you because of the first wind, nor would I leave you because of the last.”
I finally realized that I need her, that I want to see her and talk to her about all kinds of things. But I haven't been able to track her down. I suppose I should have started looking for her a lot sooner. It might have been much easier then.
—Tengo
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, Book 2
One day my tears will grow flowers~
It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.
at this point i only need you in my life if you’re here to rail me or kill me. whatever you’re up to
oh i’m yours? carve your name into my chest then loser
