Khobnoom

“‘do you want to know the worst part about walking away?’ she asks him. 'it’s hoping that they’ll run after you. that they’ll stop you and tell you not to leave. that they’ll beg you to stay. that they’ll tell you they need you,’ she says. 'but they never do. you never did.’”

— unwrittenphrases

“And in the end, we made better strangers than we did anything else”

“You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn’t want you anymore that he is right — that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don’t. It’s a bad word, ‘belong.’ Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn’t be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can’t even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, beacuse the clouds let him; they don’t wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can’t own a human being. You can’t lose what you don’t own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you? And neither does he. You’re turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can’t value you more than you value yourself.”

— Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

s/o to all the girls working on loving their bodies because that shits hard i’m so proud of you

“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”

— David Foster Wallace

Can we bring back love letters?

“I still look back on those evenings we spent together as the happiest part of my life, and I wanted it to go on forever.”

— Henry MacAlpine

“Even forever isn’t enough time to love you.”

— Unknown