happy echoes

their distant voices still ring in our ears Rules / Muses / Tags & Navi / Mun

[echocircles]

heartquestion | [You can’t really change it.]

❝ Wait – so black isn’t a colour? What is it, then? Is grey a colour? I’ve always said it’s my favourite colour but…if it isn’t actually a colour… ❞

“Neither of them are colors. Doesn’t really matter though, does it? If it’s your favorite, then it’s your favorite.”

[echocircles]

“Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you around! What have you been up to?”

[echocircles]

“It’s starting to warm up again... Are you drinking enough water? You need water and ice cream when it gets warm!”

[echocircles]

“It’s nice to just have a seat with a refreshing drink after a busy day, huh?”

[echocircles]

“You should come with me tonight! I think we'll both have a lot of fun!”

[soracities]

I do not even struggle to speak; the spark of words dies so deep in my chest there is not even space to mount them on an exhale.

Carmen Maria Machado, from “Difficult At Parties”, Her Body & Other Parties (via soracities)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I kissed your hair. I wonder if you knew.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems of E. S. V. M.; “Interim,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[soracities]

Vasko Popa, ‘The Unknown Citizen’, Collected Poems, 1943-1976 (trans. Anne Pennington)

[magicalinspo]

Dear Me,

        ─ This is a letter to the child I used to be:             Some things are not as simple as we said.

[magicalinspo]

i know you think i got it all figured out     because i walk around like my head’s in the clouds but i’m just a person with their heart ──     ───   pourin’ out of their head …

[vvingless]

I dont care if the bed is too small

I dont care if it starts to rain while we walk

I dont care if not every kiss is perfect

I dont care if we disagree

I dont care where we are

I dont care what we do

It’s you that matters to me

I just want to do it with you

[echocircles]

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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. a chill right down to the bones.  tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace.  spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full-length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing through your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them the most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑. lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of the sun rays on your skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool. drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3am. palm trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. night spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in the seashells. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dawn. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness. abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of homework. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

[heartfeltnotions]

“The silence between the two of us said a lot more than words ever could”

— Heartfelt Notions

[themusewhomuses]

I can see crimson staining my sight I can taste iron on my lips I can smell death surrounding us all

[reveriiea]

          𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 WEAK.           𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽.                                    … 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄, 𝗍𝗈𝗈.

          𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 SAVE 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

[reveriiea]

   Ｈ Ｅ Ｌ Ｌ                        𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 

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