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loveactivist

“The feeling comes and goes, but when it does it’s unexpected.

I could be in the middle of brushing my teeth, then all of a sudden, I’m consumed by this strong wave of memories.

I feel like I’ve been branded. Maybe by you, or by myself.

They say when you lose one of your senses, another will heighten.

But why does everything seem so quiet and dark?”

- excerpt from a book I’ll never write #69 // @loveactivist

500lettersforyou

“I think he could’ve loved me,” she said, “perhaps if we met at a different time, when I wasn’t touching 18 and he wasn’t almost 20… perhaps if we met when our lives were less chaotic, we might’ve made it. But back then it seemed like I was too much and not enough at the same time.”

Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

laureneloria-stories

We never were very sure with what we wanted. Our entire relationship was based off of “maybe” and “one day.” Nothing was secure or safe. We lived on the edge and that was proven in the way we cared for each other. Sometimes it felt like more and that possibly we were worth the risk of crushing each other’s hearts. These were the moments that made it all so damn addicting, but more often than not I could sense the danger we were putting ourselves into; it was terrifying. Know your intentions before you love too wild because when it all comes down to it, certainty is what leads to possibility and it keeps your heart safe.

Lauren Eloria (via laureneloria-stories)

maxwelldpoetry

The rain all but slams against the windowpanes. It’s almost as loud as the inside of my head, and for a moment I imagine being able to plug my aux cord into the sky and blasting the storm through my headphones. In the end, it’s just another pipe dream. I’ve had my fair share of those lately. What do you do when you feel your hope starting to die? What do you do when you realize that sometimes some things just don’t or won’t get fixed? It’s tiresome to watch the people you care about drive themselves into the ground. It’s painful to want to widen the distance between you in hopes of not being taken down with them. Tell me, what do you do when love isn’t enough?

Maxwell Diawuoh // Excerpt From A Book I’ll Never Write #23 (via maxwelldpoetry)

500lettersforyou

“I think he could’ve loved me,” she said, “perhaps if we met at a different time, when I wasn’t touching 18 and he wasn’t almost 20… perhaps if we met when our lives were less chaotic, we might’ve made it. But back then it seemed like I was too much and not enough at the same time.”

Excerpt of a book I’ll never write