Diary of Sara Kate

Thoughts, Opinions, Complaints

[purplebuddhaproject]

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.

Sylvia Plath (via purplebuddhaproject)

[themountainlaurel-deactivated20]

[grayskymorning]

[colderthanwinter]

you start to feel like your body isn’t your home anymore without his arms around you.

this is how it goes (via tendxrness)

[colderthanwinter]

I didn’t just lose you when you said goodbye; I lose you a little more each time my heart takes a beat but you’re not around to hear it.

this is how it goes (pt. 2)

[sixwordssayitall]

Don’t use me as your weapon.

@sixwordssayitall (via sixwordssayitall)

[wnq-writers]

We as humans tend to constantly compare ourselves. We look at him or her and compare, we forget who we are,what we are,what we achieved. We start focusing on who is around us,how they look, and how successful they are forgetting about the most important person which is yourself.

darkdome  (via wnq-writers)

[normajeaned]

[poeticallyemm]

when you start to miss her the way we began to miss you, remember that you did this.   remember that she loved you more than the sky loves the stars, that she would have given you the world, if it meant you’d stay in hers.   remember how you toyed with her like a wolf with his prey.   remember that the guilt you feel now is the very guilt you forced into her throat– the very feeling that stole the breath from her lungs, left her choking on air,   your invisible hands around her neck.   remember that she did not leave you. remember the tears in her eyes when you began to claw at her heart, bitten fingernails scraping at raw flesh.   remember that you hurt her.   when you start to miss her, remember that she loved you.   remember, when her heart gave out it was your knife covered in blood.

poeticallyordinary (via poeticallyordinary)

[aperiodofsoftness]

[love-personal]

[whatisthenormal]

If I were to illustrate love on a piece of paper, I’d keep it blank. Love is unpredictable. This being why I do not want to restrict it to just my interpretation. Love is different for everyone. But for someone to truly understand what love is, they must feel it. My view of love is as open and free as the space on the blank paper.

E.G. // Love on paper (via thesocietyofpoets)

[topo-designs]

[maddieonthings]

[hatethetrip]

[expressions-of-nature]

[music-and-quotes]

You were red and you liked me because I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky. Then you decided that purple just wasn’t for you.

Halsey, Colors (via music-and-quotes)