I’m either falling in love or running away from it,
fire constant in my brain, staying even after I am left.
Kristina Haynes, from “I Have Survived A Lot of Things” (via hellanne)
I do not stand in love, but outside of it, in its shadow, looking inward, reaching, always reaching.
Marine Vacth, in Jeune Et Jolie (2013) dir. by François Ozon
I want to ask her what love feels like when you’re afraid of the person who you thought you were meant to be with forever. I want to know if she even believes in forever.
Kristina Haynes, It Looked a Lot Like Love (via larmoyante)
You’re not a teenage girl but you feel the heat rising off these boys. Their eyes when you enter the classroom: lowered flame; the body curves. And when you lean across a desk to whisper good, you smell their necks. That animal distancing itself—but not too far; still innocent. The sharp cologne they wear says men to you, says: almost men. You think they have doused themselves for your sake; you straighten, swoon at their intent. At any moment they could strike the match of touch, they are that close. Boys, you tell yourself, they’re only boys. And toss your head. You’re thinking of wild horses, how the world will murder them.
Cecilia Woloch, “Los Niños” (via notebookings)