The fact that the Bellarke fandom ate the crumbs Jason Rothenberg gave them for six fucking years only to be left with nothing in the end is the funniest thing to me, second only to the fact that after all the time that passed Lexa was the person Clarke saw in the end in whatever the fuck that was. Lexa, the “one night stand”, the “bitch”, the “abuser”, the “savage”. They really couldn’t stomach the fact that what Clarke and Lexa had in the brief time they had together was levels above whatever Clarke and Bellamy could have had. Iconic.
“If her eyes could talk they would tell tales of summer and wine and riverbanks and stars; burning like firework all over the sky.”— Nils Brandstädter | (Journals - How it ripped out my heart)
(via poetry-and-lies)
“in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again, of blood and carnations,”— Pablo Neruda, from Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew.
“You were wild and sweet between pleasure and sleep, between fire and water.”— Pablo Neruda, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Night on the Island,”
Pablo Neruda / Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines
“Far away the sea sounds and resounds. This is a port. Here I love you.”— Pablo Neruda, Here I Love You
(via extramadness)