“If it reminded him of her, why did it sound so lonely?”
Source: Nowhere Strangers: A Sapphic Coming-of-Age Story of Digital Romance, Heartbreak, and Self-Discovery
“The ghost of a love that had never really been there at all.”
Source: Nowhere Strangers: A Sapphic Coming-of-Age Story of Digital Romance, Heartbreak, and Self-Discovery
“Her breath caught in her throat. She knew what he was doing. She had seen it in books, in movies, in the hushed conversations of girls who had learned their lessons too late.”
Source: Nowhere Strangers: A Sapphic Coming-of-Age Story of Digital Romance, Heartbreak, and Self-Discovery
“Yes, Chevalier, you are young, your speeches illustrate it; you are wanting in experience; the day will come, and I await it, when you will be seasoned; then, my dear, you will no longer speak so well of mankind, for you will have made its acquaintance. ‘Twas men's ingratitude dried out my heart, their perfidy which destroyed in me those baleful virtues for which, perhaps, like you, I was also born.”
Source: Philosophy in the Boudoir
“La Vera em va dir:
—Com és que sents que tot ho has de transformar en una història?
Així que li vaig dir per què:
Perquè si explico la història, en controlo la versió.
Perquè si explico la història, us puc fer riure, i m'estimo més que us en rigueu de mi que no pas que sentiu pena.
Perquè si explico la història, no fa tant de mal.
Perquè si explico la història, puc tirar endavant.”
Source: Heartburn
“The walls of my room echo with the silence of your absence, a constant reminder of what I lost.”
“loving you felt less like finding home and more like setting myself on fire to keep you warm.”
“The feeling of your insides churning, the knot in your throat that words can't ease, your mouth being dry while your cheeks are wet—the emptiness, the hollowness. The nowhere to go. People call it heartbreak, but it hurts everywhere else.”
Source: No Lights With You
“The Price
Love will probably kill me,
Long before I fell out of it,
Or madly in with another.
It will rush like a red hand,
With doubt and steady stillness,
Of another lover into something else.
It will kill with everything,
But a feeling of full self-despair,
And a moment of bitter nostalgia.
Love will probably kill me,
Leaving everything I am behind,
Or giving me anything I owe it in return.
It will blush my cheeks with tenderness,
Wailing my veins into stray lines
Of another’s love, an undying lie.
It will be neither slow nor gentle,
But rushed into words and memories,
And give out nothing but love, again.”
Source: The Willow Song
“Whatever I take from you,
Trust me, it is not enough
To build me back up.
I stare into walls you build
For hours on end,
Just to reflect myself in cracks.
A home built without love.”
Source: The Willow Song