Miss Young

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[thelovejournals]

They held each other and kissed and pushed each others’ darkness into the corner, believing in each others’ light, each others’ dream.

Hubert Selby Jr., Requiem for a Dream (via thelovejournals)

[wnq-writers]

I wonder if you think of me like I think of you I wonder if you smile when your hear my name I wonder if you remember every word I said to you I wonder if you feel the same. I wonder if I cross your mind I wonder if you miss every part of mine. I wonder if your love was real I wonder if it will be revealed I wonder why it never did.

JBS, Wonder (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

Every drop of hope Has leaked out Before I even realized it My heart feels the emptiness It tells me to stop dreaming It knows that all I will ever have is my emptiness My brain has given up It no longer sees the “bright side” of things Only reality Which has never been my friend

justpassmeabook (via wordsnquotes)

[fluohrine]

I wouldn’t want anything else in the world just to lay in your arms and watch the stars with you. But how afraid I’m to do so because then you would discover my secret. You would hear how my heart beats uncontrollably for you. How my soul screams only your name. You would know how I look at you just in the way you look at the stars.

k.m (via fluohrine)

[wnq-writers]

I’ve somehow managed to break my own heart by pushing you away and I do believe this is the worse one yet because even though I wouldn’t admit it out loud, I’m afraid I was deeply in love with you, I am…deeply in love with you but I’m just too broken and tired to show you and prove to you how real it is for me…I’m scared of how real it is for me…

i-cam-wonder  (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you.

Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns  (via wordsnquotes)

[a-ltrove]

I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth

Ophelia, Act IV, Scene V (via blackshivers)

[wnq-writers]

There are always two points in every break up story two perspectives two reactions to pain those are the hidden feelings or words that are left unsaid basically a misunderstanding because one is too hurt to understand and the other is too misunderstood to explain

m.l.n (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

She loved him but he didn’t love her enough. It was not damn enough, my god. She would have loved him with everything she’s got.

erdenabmann (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

Tonight my mind is full of only two things: you and your touch.

jadeprincess13 (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

I left pieces of myself in you trying to make you whole. But you left, and now I am nothing but a fraction.

S.D. (via wordsnquotes)

[nomenu]

[elesq]

[serious]

[featherumbrellas-deactivated201]

I sit on my grandmother’s porch while it chips at its own milk-white exterior and I am sucking on tangerines but my mouth is still dry. Twelve years ago,  I would sit here and cut myself pieces of an opal sunset to run on my tongue. I would wrap the dandelions together with ribbons  and paint their growth. I would smooth out my knees with nectar after a fall to show them love. Twelve years later, I carried this love over to you: wrote you with light,   wrote you with honey, wrote you to stay. And I could sit on my grandmother’s porch while it paints itself cerulean blue and I could make the sweetest orange juice with my citrus heart and bare hands but poetry will still be illusive. I have dipped my tongue in sugar and sunsets and I have wrapped my words in ribbons, I have peeled off all the rinds, but you’re still not coming back.

Alessia Di Cesare, The Thing About Poetry  (via featherumbrellas)

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[melisica]