hurricane

you never liked me to do that, but you never liked me, anyway.

[howlingtothevoid]

Miss you, darling. Miss you so much. I hurt you so much when I was hurting, and it was the same from you to me. I hope you're doing well and I hope you don't ever get near me. I'm sorry for resenting you

[moonyposters]

an everyday love song, dancing to the beat of your heart | love as it is

micah nemerever, “these violent delights” | anne sexton | dylan thomas | all pics from pinterest ⁽ʳᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʳᵉᵈᶦᵗ ᵒʳ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵃˡ⁾

[metamorphesque]

What the Living Do, Marie Howe

[cloudbeam]

Written for her brother, John Howe, who died of complications of AIDS

[itsgonnabeanofrommedawg]

full poem:

Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up

waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of. It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through

the open living-room windows because the heat’s on too high in here and I can’t turn it off. For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,

I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,

I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it. Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.

What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss—we want more and more and then more of it.

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep

for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless: I am living. I remember you.

[madeofmemoriesblog]

Missing the rain.

[metamorphesque]

― Circe, Madeline Miller | Happy Shoppers, Holly Warburton   

[meanwhilepoetry]

“It’s not that you ruined me. It isn’t, because I refuse to let my love be named anything other than courage and no one gets to take that away from me, not even you. I will not regret how deeply I loved you, even if it ended in my broken heart. So no, you haven’t ruined me. It’s just that every poem I write still tastes like you. And I am trying to change that. All while having grace in my heart while letting you go.”

- Nikita Gill, Excerpts from a book I’m writing

[escafeism]

Take care of your heart.

Let go of all the people who play with it. The ones who don't know how to handle it. The ones who took advantage of it and recklessly pierced it into pieces. Let go of those who see your kindness as weakness and take advantage of it. Let go of them so you can fully see and appreciate your worth.

Take care of your heart.

Make a room for the peoole who deserve to have a spot in your life. Fight for the people who will lead you closer to the One who will fill the void in your heart. You may not know them yet but when you do, keep them. Allow yourself to feel what true love is from genuine people.

Take care of your heart.

Do not let the world make you become jaded because you are meant to become a diamond. This world may go against you but that won't make you less of a person. Your heart is worth guarding for. Your heart is worth fighting for.

Above all else, take care of your heart.

—🥀j.a

[bnmxfld]

“We were the wrong age for love and yet it was all we could think about.”

— Brendan Cowell

[sad-house-of-mortality]

“How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.”

— Dejan Stojanovic

[hunflowers]

sometimes i’m really like OW! never thought it’d hurt so bad

[tullipsink]

aching pt.2. you’re not here.

[minuty]

[bnmxfld]

“I used to build dreams about you.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald / Benediction

[tullipsink]

“The thing about depression is you think you’re over it, but it’s 3 PM and you’re surrounded by your friends laughing about something stupid and you feel it, you feel the loneliness creeping in. You feel the sadness even though you’re laughing. You don’t even know how to fix it.”

—

[flowersforpersephone]

if you don’t think ‘you’ve got your demons and darling they all look like me’ is one of the most beautiful lyrics ever written i will fight you okay and then your demons will all look like me… me coming at you with a giant stick

[tullipsink]

“And I’m in love with you. And it’s not because it’s 12am at night and I haven’t slept in over two days. It’s because I am truly inconveniently in love with you. And It’s not because I’m sad and I want to dissapear. It’s because I just love you for simply being you. I love you at 4am when I’m awake with nothing but my thoughts. I love you at 10am when I wake up with hope filled in my heart, hoping you’d text me. And I love you at 3pm when I’m doing something and wishing you were there. I will continue on loving you. Tomorrow and the days that goes on after that and I’m in love with you.”

— im so utterly in love with you that it’s terrifying// (tullipsink)

[notlindsay]

*breaks my own heart from thinking too much*