#aesthetic quotes

Sometimes it’s as simple as a question and an answer…

One day someone asked me:

“Hey why are you always smiling and laughing?”

And I said:

“Life’s too short to frown. Whatever happened is already in the past so just move on and make the best of everything life has to offer. ”

We’re just souls

Lost in a pool of regret

“we’re all killers. we’ve all killed parts of ourselves to survive.

we’ve all got blood on our hands. something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive.”

~ if memories could bleed, if dreams could scream | m.a.w

The art of touching. That’s it. That’s one drop, so little yet so meaningful, to falling in love. Touch my cheeks gently with one hand, caress them. Hold my hand, play with my fingers. So simple yet so beautiful, so fulfilling.

“Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.” || ~Khalil Gibran

The worst thing is having a dream about someone loving you so much it hurts, about them kissing you with so much passion it makes your heart soar, about them hugging you to themselves, about them just simply touching you but it all feels so real and you’re so happy… but then you wake up and the world seems all grayish all over again and you are a hollow shell waiting for something to happen.

“One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find- is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.”

a-memory-of-you:

“How lucky I am having something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” || ~ Winnie the Pooh

and it was a shallower love than i’d ever care to admit, certainly nowhere near the depth i’d convinced myself it was when i was living it. but sometimes, in the dead of night, i can’t help it - my mind wanders. back to all of the things i’d promised we’d become, back to the dreams i had of you and i, back to the love i swore i held for you. perhaps this is a cautionary tale, then - warning of light found in the darkest of places, of love found in the most barren of hearts. it always hurts more than you think it will.

-reminiscing on yesterday. c.r.

i wish i could tell you i’m ready now.

i can love you the way you wanted me to.

i won’t ever doubt my feelings for you again.

i can give you forever.

but… even if i could tell you..i don’t think it would be true.

i think i’m more enamored with the feeling of being loved than i ever was with you.

-and you only loved an idea of me c.r.

“I didn’t know it then, but that would be the last time I ever saw her. In retrospect, there are a lot of things I would have done differently, but I know it doesn’t matter now. I don’t think it would have mattered then, either. We were always destined to fall apart.”

-excerpt from a book i will never write c.r.

there is a place in my heart

that you will forever occupy

just as there is a space in the sky

for each and every doomed romance -

love, that was never destined to be

-i guess we had different definitions of “forever” c.r.

i wish i could say i haven’t dreamt of you nearly every night since you forced me to say goodbye in order to save what remained of my shattered heart

-for all the love that used to be here, and the empty space left in its absence c.r.

you were as beautiful as a midnight rose

so i suppose i should not have been surprised

when i finally fell onto your thorns

and bled out at sunrise

-even the stars go out eventually. c.r.

being with you felt like a dream

you were there and gone in the blink of an eye

now you only exist intangibly in hazy memories

i’m not so sure you were ever real

it was beautiful.. then it wasn’t.

-i wish it was as easy to forget you as it was to fall in love with you. c.r.

are you telling her how much you love her, right now?

are you telling her that she’s your favorite person?

that she’s your everything?

are you telling her all the things you used to tell me?

the way you hold her hand-

the way you look at her-

it makes me want to scream.

because that’s how you used to look at me.

-i wish i could hear you say “i love you” one last time. c.r.

and what is there left to do when we’re strangers again?

when the single worst fate that i swore would never, ever come to pass, has?

there’s nothing quite as painful as looking into the eyes of someone you once loved and realizing that there’s nothing but distance between you two, now.

-forgive me, my love. c.r.

and would being in your arms still feel like coming home?

even though i’m not welcome there anymore?

-it was easier when i didn’t have to wonder if you loved me or not.c.r.