I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
by Sylvia Plath, Tulips (excerpt from Ariel)

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.
by Richard Siken (via seabois)

hiyamiles:

buy me cute underwear and i will let u see me wearing it 

Write hard and clear about what hurts.
by Ernest Hemingway (via larmoyante)

While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.
by  Jeanette Winterson  (via fawun)