— Emery Allen (via thatkindofwoman)
Women like me do not fall gracefully,
we stumble over our spines, trip over
our vowels, and collapse into your arms.
Our hearts are open books,
Russian novels containing fifty pages
on the way your voice drifts across
the telephone wires each night.
Our hearts are first drafts,
unedited verses about each and every
person we have ever loved: the stranger
on the subway, the girl who gave us a balloon,
the boy who stole our virginity
but not our heart.
Women like me will love you from a distance
of a thousand syllables while laying in your bed,
we will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible,
and when we leave you will finally understand
why storms are named after people.
— Mark Twain (via thatkindofwoman)
There is a lot of wisdom in this quote by Elbert Hubbard.
— Arthur Ashe (via itsquoted)
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via 4mbivalent)