Be patient and tough: someday this pain will be useful to you
—Ovid
(Source: akadoe)
Isn’t it the night to play tricks when you’re trying to not cry
You sit here stranded, though doing your best to deny it
Didn’t he hold a handful of rain and tempt you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
(The radio plays soft but unheard)
But there’s nothing really nothing to turn off
Just your lover being gone but still so entwined
And those visions of his loving conquer your mind.
(via inloveandfinallyso)
(Source: thepenguinpress)
She was enjoying it too much to complain, even though the pain had shifted from the sharpness of a fresh blow to the dull ache of something old and remembered. He was burying her in it, where before it had been a wash. Instead of feeling cleansed by the pain, now she was sullied by it. The edge was fading, and it was a dull knife he was taking to her. Then one day she said no.
—Rolled trousers
Felix is to be renamed. It has been hijacked by anger, bitterness and resentment. No longer mine, or happy, it is no more.
(Source: theguccislut)
(via oursecretdesires)
(Source: adf.ly, via oursecretdesires)
