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I had a broken tooth and you had a shitty car that sang at certain speeds. I was holding my bleeding mouth but we were all laughing. You were the only one who was worried. Speeding to the doctor with your hands at ten and two, sending me the occasional look and asking if it hurts, does it hurt.
All the memories of you do.
i loved you like i was a star and you were the sun. so similar, yet our only difference was in name. you could have been my other half if you discarded the gaze of the moon and the earth and took my hand when i offered it to you.
you didn't.
"What would you wear when it's cold and you're indoors?"
"You."
"Me?"
"I would wear you on and around me."
what does this even mean
What do you want me to do?
Probably nothing, but be happy.
Random conversation with a stranger on the internet
- The death of someone who we cared about him, isn't when this person loses his life.
- It happens when we doesn't care anymore about him.
- The words who are said by someone angry are his thoughts when he is calm. Unknown
When you are hating yourselves for all the sufferance you have done to others. You shouldn't forget that isn't the best you can do for the others. Unknown
if you cherish me, i will wake up every morning and consciously choose you. i’ll hold your heart as dearly as my own. i’ll protect it better than i could ever protect mine. i’ll love the parts of you that you struggle to. i promise you’ll never have to feel alone again.
“Love is like a brick. You can build a house, or you can sink a dead body.”
— Lady Gaga
- notbrightenoughforthat
You think attention is love and that’s why you suffer so deeply.
“What’s broken can be mended. What’s hurt can be healed. No matter how dark it gets, the sun’s gonna rise again.”
— Meredith Grey
sit down, child, and listen.
There are things, child, that you will not understand. You will ask and you will be denied; you will slam your fists against closed doors and beg them open. They will not respond. You will live with this.
There are people, child, that will drain you. They will come into your life and they will take time you cannot afford to give. You will entertain them until you learn that they leave just as quickly as they come. You will regret time lost. You will live with this.
There are loves, child, that will shatter and shape you. You will love your parents and they will pass. You will seek shelter in faceless lovers’ arms. You will not find The One, but you will meet someone you adore and put the work in to love. You will be content. You will live with this.
There are lives, child, that we all must lead. Yours will not be perfect nor pretty, but it is yours. You will strive to be happy and sometimes you will come up short. You will cry and scream and laugh and learn. You will live.
when Sylvia Plath said "I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love. I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?"
it hit.
“Why does every cautionary tale has to be about the abusive boyfriends, the drug-addict lovers, the one that never was? I’ve met them all, had my taste but by God, no one prepared me for you.
Pretty boys with sweet smiles that make your blood turn cold, chocolate brown eyes that makes your heart drop to your stomach and the ones that make you feel so alive are the what kill me. Then again, I’d do anything for you.”
FireFreezesSoo, “Almost”
I have spent my life
Being torn in two
One half chasing the sun
And the other the moon
And yet I know
I belong in the stars
But the sun and moon
Aren’t quite as far.
So when they converged
Together in the sky
Those parts of me
Wanted to cry
Because they were one,
The sun and the moon
And somewhere,
Among the stars
I was too.
~ Eclipse
do you ever think
ever wonder
ever wish
ever dream
that the stars
galaxies
planets
worlds
stare out into the universe
with the same awed wonder
that is found in our eyes
our hearts
our souls
whenever we stop
for long enough to appreciate
what it is
to exist
in the same reality
same universe
same existence
as entities so beautiful?
~ From Contemplations
what to do, with words unspoken?
drawn out silences and
sentences on the tips of tongues and
lips parted without a sound?
what to do, when voices die?
when phrases wither as lumps in throats and
aspiring monologues escape only as sighs?
words unspoken manifest and fester.
they rip and tear and burn from the inside--
set them free.
if not through the lips than from the fingers,
in uniform, tidy symbols or scrawled script.
set them free.
for words are nothing to be kept shuttered.
set them free.
~ On Poets and Writers and Painters and Love