[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?” - Don DeLillo, White Noise (via the-book-diaries)

[sun-kissed-soul-21]

[copulaa]

this armchair is made for one broken heart

so why did we try to fit two?

my coffee cup brain smells raw love on your skin

only part of me thinks it was you

- are we falling in love ?

[bruwho]

bw.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I tell you what I see—the landscape of the spirit requires a lung, but no tongue. I hold you few I love, till my heart is red as February and purple as March.

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. Holland written c. February 1856 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[menpale]

I love the 3 am version of people. vulnerable. honest. real.

Jos. (via menpale)

asleep.

(via animatedtext)

[leafsea]

delicate // 2.1.2018 

[awrphil]

12.8.17+23:48 // some nights i am harder to find

i feel the clamminess of my toes they nudge against worn cotton socks size 3 socks even wrapped in such a way a caterpillar would feel shame my heart shivers in a breeze of resentment radiating from the sleeping form in the bunk across from mine

[copulaa]

i still hold onto it

you must know that.

can it be helped? if baby blue

takes me back to your mattress

the warm renaissance of emotion

when the palms of your hands grasped a florid fool

and kissed me

where it hurts the most

+ 00:20

[lyricscity]

[hereliesmybrokenheart]

Bad timing. We just have bad timing. That’s all.

A lie I tell to myself everyday. // Late night thoughts #68 (via hereliesmybrokenheart)

[lifeinpoetry]

like the sky I’ve been too quiet everyone’s forgotten I’m here

Kaveh Akbar, from “Calling a Wolf a Wolf (Inpatient),” Calling a Wolf a Wolf (via lifeinpoetry)

[soothenerves]

selling feminism, consuming femininity, amanda m. gengler

[poetryandthesea]

If only things were so easy that a simple photograph could remind me of your voice or the smooth sound of your laugh, instead it only captures the colour of your eyes, portrays the never changing past and reminds me how time flies, I wish the pictures I took of you could savour how you think but they could never show the truth so I will capture you with ink.

// the reason why I write j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

[subtleseaspoetry]

.

lavender light

the orchard grass twinkles

with frost

s.s.

[shepraises]

i am here.

reality hasn’t

swallowed me whole

yet.

- a.k.

[definegodliness]

Each time, during the departure, when loving eyes look back and find their gaze     unanswered     the soul of the universe dwindles                                           whereas                        when these eyes  meet in recognition      there is a  pulse of pure energy  rippling through eternity’s fabric                  and in that moment                     there is                                           h o p e     that one day   light   will indeed         outrun the darkness.

“For those who look back”, by M.A. Tempels © 2017 (via definegodliness)