[alexandra-writes]

hi

source- @alexandra-writes

[nevver]

Forever ★ @itsPeteski on instagram

[freelance-philosopher]

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love (via freelance-philosopher)

[flowerytale]

William Makepeace Thackeray ― Vanity Fair

[noorshirazie]

He is the only one to ever make the act of loving both a reward and a punishment. Is kindness really kindness when it is echoed by cruelty?

Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.” - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[quotemadness]

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.

Kait Rokowski (via quotemadness)

[melisica]

[quotemadness]

Sometimes letting things go is an act of far greater power than defending or hanging on.

Eckhart Tolle (via quotemadness)

[warm-suggestions]

its okay not to decide right now. its okay to leave things up in the air. its okay not to know about the future. its okay to breathe now and figure some things out later. 

[alexandra-writes]

There are days where I feel like i’m over you

That every part of my body you’ve touch

Has been cleansed of you

That my mind erased the memories we’ve shared

That my heart, I willingly gave you

Is now is solely mine again

But there are days like today

That out of nowhere nostalgia 

Makes me miss you once more

I have learned that in order to move on

You must feel it, in order to heal it

[weltenwellen]

John Koethe, from “Dorothy Wordsworth”, Walking Backwards: Poems 1966-2016

[alexandra-writes]

Come gather ‘round

I have a story to tell

Of the narcissist and the empath

It’s a classic tale of

Boy meets girl

And a heartbreak that was their aftermath

One gave love

While the other gave grief

It was a recipe for disaster 

For years the boy didn’t think she’ll leave

But once she hit the ground running

The girl couldn’t have ran any faster

@alexandra-writes

[alexandra-writes]

hi, it’s been a while.

[alexandra-writes]

You’ve come back to knock on a door

Of a house that you’ve left in ashes

Tell me, what is it that you plan on finding in here?

The foundation is gone, and the beams no longer stand

From the fire you caused, when your love turned into fear

You’ve come back to knock on a door

Of a house that you’ve left in ashes

Tell me, is it because you thought it could be rebuilt?

That you could maybe pick up the pieces, and dust off the frames

And that fixing everything will take away your guilt?

You’ve come back to knock on a door

Of a house that you’ve left in ashes

@alexandra-writes

[alexandra-writes]

I look at you with love You look at me with vacant eyes But I know if your silence could speak You would be screaming 'My angel, my girl I love you to the moon and the stars And back a millions times Remember me as I was Not as what I am'

@alexandra-writes

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You have the blood of a poet. You have that and always will. You show, in the middle of savage things (that I like), the gentleness of your heart, that is so full of pain and light.

Federico García Lorca, from a letter to Miguel Hernández wr. c. April 1933 (via violentwavesofemotion)