[anticsintheatlantic-blog]

How did you come up with this idea Did a little voice in your head whisper "he's not right for you" Because I think I heard it too I think I heard it too

[tremblingwarsong]

tbh its been kinda nice not writing or pressuring myself to do so. i don’t really miss it.

[anticsintheatlantic-blog]

Sixteen friends sitting in a circle in the grass holding hands praying. Jack Daniels on their breath from the bottle they’ve been passing around.

Fifteen friends, and it’s about to rain. Tommy is laying with his arms and legs spread out looking up at the clouds thinking of the body slouched over in your truck this morning. It wasn’t you anymore.

Now the same people who called you crazy are calling your home phone to hear your voice on the machine one last time.

Your mom has slept alone in your old bed since the night she heard the news, her tears soaking the pillow and her hands grasping the sheets trying to hold on. Everybody is trying to hold on.

Logan, your brothers are mourning you. Logan, your mother and father are crying over you

Logan, I'm sorry we didn't help when you reached out.

[bayougoo]

Important

[bayougoo]

Vito is life

[anticsintheatlantic-blog]

The Colors of My Walls

Gold I walked home covered in sweat with cuts under my eyes, and a smile on my face. Purple Your lips were my favorite shade of the color purple and suddenly I couldn't sleep surrounded by yellow. Red I realized what it was like to not sleep alone and I noticed my heart pounding in my chest for the first time. Blue I realized what it was like to sleep alone, and it felt like I was sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Red(again) My throat was raw from screaming songs too loud, and I drove a hundred miles an hour hoping that I would accidentally crash my car. Grey I would catch her staring at me wondering how somebody could have touched my soul so deeply while she was trying her hardest just to scratch the surface. Green I woke up beneath the trees and under the stars, covered in dirt and scratches and broken bones and I walked back home.

[deeper-into-darkness-deactivate]

Maybe someday we can talk about our past and we can talk about the weather. Whenever you leave I don’t care what I’m remembered for, I just want to be remembered. Because even if I failed you at least I tried, And maybe our lives don’t add up now but someday our graves will look the same when we both die. And if I had a chance I’d give you one last kiss and I’d bite down on your lip And I’d try to puncture it so you’ll never forget that time, But you’ll always regret. And darling I know sometimes life will take a turn for the worst, And sometimes life will even hurt. And I know some days, some days you’ll be afraid of the lessons you’ll have to learn And some days you’ll even feel burned, And I want to let you know that I want to love you through them.

But I always get what I deserve.

Nicole, Hotel Books

[wnq-writers]

Has anyone ever noticed how people only love the ocean when the sun is out? Once darkness settles, breeze kicks in, and sharks come out to play - no one wants to swim among it’s waves. And I hope I have never made someone feel like that… As if they’re only admirable in light. As if their darkness wasn’t worth exploring. Because it’s when the sun sets that I sit on the shore, and stare at the ocean in awe.

a.p., I See All Your Light, I Love All Your Dark (via wnq-writers)

[anticsintheatlantic-blog]

I wanted to see what it was about me that made you feel so empty, but instead I found other things.

First, I had an insatiable desire to experience the world with you, and I wanted you to see it the way that I did. Every time I did something with you, it was like a first time for me. I had been ice skating a few times, but when you grabbed my hand and pulled me out onto the ice, I did it for the first time.

Second, similar to the first but this is its own category. You made me a child again, and so all of the things that seemed trivial became an adventure. That’s why I would call you and ask you to go to Walmart with me, because when you went with me, we weren’t just going to Walmart.

Third, you made me appreciate art, because you’re the first piece I had ever felt any kind of emotional connection to. This one really hit me hard because all I can remember is you sitting on the floor of the art museum and writing with a notepad and pen, as if you weren’t the most beautiful place in the whole damn museum, and that if I had things my way, college students would be writing papers and giving speeches about you, because that’s what I’m sitting here doing now.

Fourth, I had an immeasurable need to make you happy. I waited for anything to catch your attention and all of a sudden I wanted to make it a reality for you and a thousand times more. Hell, if you said you wanted to go to the beach I probably would have booked tickets to Hawaii, just to show you how crazy I am about you, and sometimes crazy is good.

Fifth, I found out that receiving is much MUCH better than giving because I could kiss you on the forehead, cheek, stomach, leg, neck, eyes, and everywhere else, but that’s nothing compared to the soft feel of your lips on literally ANY part of my body. Even my hands. If there were any reason for me to believe in God, those kisses from you were it.

Last, I loved you. I just plain loved you. I unequivocally loved everything about you. I must have seemed weird staring into your eyes all day thinking about how I travelled the world alone and tried to imagine you there with me, and even though you looked into your future and it was with someone other than me, I can’t relate to that at all.

[bdgarp]

What if you knew you were going to die

before the last light of day were to fall?

Do you think that God would much mind

if you took your own life? No one else is

around, and those who are, are asleep.

Somehow, I don’t think that he would.

Sometimes,

I feel like a newborn again, fighting

for every breath, crying out to be heard.

[vphilip-deactivated20190718]

I will meet you in a field in syria in two years. We will say it feels just like iraq or paris or your parent’s house in the middle of the night. I will kiss your neck and neither of us will feel anything and i will cut trade links to your fingertips. I will be sorry and you will be sorry. There’s no fucking rivers now. Are you cold because I am always. There’s too many of us upstairs no one is my kind of loud and now we’re in a crater and I am trying to remember the colour of your dress and you are trying to remember why the fuck I’m here.

[bayougoo]

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign’d

[anticsintheatlantic-blog]

I did this for the last poem that I wrote. Not really sure how I feel about doing this in the future, but I figured it would be worth it to hear myself say what I write sometimes. 

[anticsintheatlantic-blog]

I forgave and I eventually forgot

I recall you being with me

but your face is not familiar at all

I drove to the beach alone

walked the twisted paths of the zoo by myself

How can I not remember you there?

I swore you existed to me at some point

But there's no evidence that you were real

Photos of you deleted and gifts thrown away

I stockpiled everything I had that was you

and I watched the fire light the sky

I don’t know if we even happened anymore

[fallingforthe1975]

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well I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silhouette

a lifeless face that you’ll soon forget

[anticsintheatlantic-blog]

I'd like you to keep this letter if we split, so that you'll always know why we split. I'd also like you to keep it if we stay together, as a reminder.

Nicole Brown Simpson’s letter to OJ Simpson

[korrosiveteeth]

Do you even have a heart?

I put my ear to your chest and I swear I didn’t hear a sound  | Six word Poem (via korrosiveteeth)