I need you to promise that you’ll remember me, that even if one day you’re dragging your teeth across someone else’s neck, you won’t forget the nights I held you too tightly. I need to hear you say I’m unforgettable, indispensable, even if that isn’t how it turns out.
— HE. (via stayygone)
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via petitedino)
And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.
— Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility (Penguin Classics, 2003)