And I have come here
To win you again
With trembling hands
I find it harder to ignore
the things I want you for
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.
— Jonathan Safran Foer (via sparklyprisms)
It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them – and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on – this desperate need – and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.
— Madeleine L’Engle (via sweetcontradictions)
Fuck you.
How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via blua)
