We Were A Hurricane,

We were a hurricane,

The glitch in the tranquil weather.

The violent winds

who blew without control

were our hearts,

always chaotic and destructive.

We were never still

and took everything within our path.

The cyclone always strong and never yielding.

that was us,

stubborn and volatile.

The eye of the storm then came,

our little safe haven.

We, then, were foolish enough to think that we would be lasting.

The sun flashed and light poured

through the holes in our empty chests,

where our hearts were supposed to be.

However, we found them hanging

in each other's hands.

The rain bands stopped

but we took no notice of the damage lands.

We ignored how, eventually, our love would be mocked.

And so the hurricane continued its path,

peace was finally broken by reality and so were we.

-destructiveness ran through our veins. we should've expected the natural disaster it left

Inspired by the current disaster that is the Hurricane Irma and all the chaos that it is creating. Please, if you can, avoid donating to the American Red Cross who wasn’t been effective enough in previous natural disasters and instead directly to those affected. Don’t forget us, the islands, and please be safe.This is a time for everyone to stand together. 

We can go on a ride on my grandfather’s pickup truck and kiss this town goodbye. You will shout to the songs playing on the radio as I take a drag on my cigarette. Then you will tell me the little dreams you had when you were six, and I will laugh along with you when you are done. I will tell you stories about forgotten places in my heart and the people I left behind, and you will listen with your head on my shoulder as you hold my hand. It does not matter where we go, you will say. As long as we are like this together.

Lukas W. // Like this together (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

My life goal is to be a Renaissance Person; knowledgeable about all things and with a willingness to learn and grow.

Have you been home?“, she asked. Her voice sounded concerned. Continuing to stare at the ground, he lit himself a cigarette. Then he looked up at her, taking a drag of smoke from between his beaten blue knuckles. “Home? Where should that be?” “I don’t know”, she answered. “Where do you feel like home?” She recognized a look of pain in his eyes. “Without you? Nowhere.

Nils Brandstädter - Excerpt from a story I’ll never write (via poetry-and-lies)

Qui apprend une nouvelle langue, acquiert une nouvelle âme.

Anonyme (via languageloveaffair)

Slytherin thing

When I’m studying and I’m really exhausted I just breath deeply, think: “I’m a Slytherin, I can’t stand weakness, I have to beat them all” and keep working.