Quotes About Yearning

Niet krijgen wat je wilt kan je wreed maken.

Love was to blame for this. Because when love ends, the cold is what you're left with. It was all I needed to feel.

You will miss the taste of Froot Loops. You will miss the sound of traffic. You will miss your back against his. You will even miss him stealing the sheets. Do not ignore these things.

boundbydad: thrust your fierce quavering manpole at me, stud grayscale: your dastardly appendage engorges me with hellfire boundbydad: my search party is creeping into your no man's land grayscale: baste me like a thanksgiving turkey!!!

Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

He was the corner that her eyes always strayed toward

So I do what I always vowed not to do, and always found myself doing anyway. I throw "I miss you" into the breach. It even feels empty to me. Like I'm not saying it to the right person.

Because you also want to be on the other side of the window, living life instead of just thinking about it.

all i wanted was one fucking break, one idiotic good thing, and that was clearly too much to ask for, too much to want.

Back to the present. I found you in my locker the next morning. Not you. A photograph. But for a moment, it felt like finding a body, It felt like finding what you I needed to be found.

I don't understand how it's possible to know you have a good life, but still be missing out on it. I don't understand why I won't let myself give in to what I have. It's good. What I have is good.

I tried to shut myself down completely, put up my best screensaver personality to coast through the day. I didn't want to see her. I was desperate to see her. I wanted to hold it together. I wanted to melt down right at her feet and scream, Look what you've done to me.

like the airwaves were taking a little longer to get here, so we could live in yesterday a little longer, even if it felt wrong.

As a kid he wished for money or fame or toys or friends. More recent wishes were for so many other things, all of them synonymous with love or escape.

Under the table, I crossed my legs so hard it hurt. I was using all the strength it would take to run away, only to stay still.

I didn't mean to fall in love with you. But it happened. And I can't erase it. I can't ignore it. I have lived my whole life like this, and you're the thing that has made me wish it could stop.

This is what we don't admit about first kisses: One of the most gratifying things about them is that they are proof, actual proof, that the other person wants to kiss us. We are desirable. We desire. Every kiss that matters contains a recognition at its core.

It was so much easier when I didn't want anything.

I have to resort to email, and email is not enough. I am starting to get tired of relying on words. They are full of meaning, yes, but they lack sensation. Writing to her is not the same as seeing her face as she listens. Hearing back from her is not the same as hearing her voice.

i want to stay. i pray to stay. i close my eyes and wish to stay

We have fallen through the surface of want and are deep.

I have never wanted a lover. In order to have a lover, I must go back to the root of the word. For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

The pink-haired boy is scared, so incredibly scared - only the thing you've most wished for can scare you in that way.

We have fallen through the surface and are deep in the trenches of need