"His gentleness was unaffected by his pain. He didn’t speak of the pain, never a word about it. Sometimes his face would quiver, he’d close his eyes and clench his teeth. But he never said anything about the images behind his closed eyes. It was as he loved the pain, loved it as he’d loved me, intensely, unto death perhaps, and as if he preferred it now to me."
— The Lover by Marguerite Duras
"I am what you designed me to be. I am your blade. You cannot now complain if you also feel the hurt."
name meanings for pony which.. wtf so perfect….
It’s like drowning but you just won’t fucking die.
— Urban Dictionary definition of unrequited love (via c-isnenegro