Elusive Spirits

The more you love me, the more I will ruin you. I will push my darkness into you.

[missbrazile]

and I know that I am not old enough to tell you how to love. I just know that there will be boys whose lips taste like apologies. Apologies you will wash down as your own, “I am sorry.” Because you have never tasted words and those are fitting. Because you will do anything he says if he keeps saying it with his lips. If he keeps reminding you with his hands how much you two fit or just how much he loves you. I know it will get harder to let go because he has a stronger grip on your love than you with those hands keeping you right where he wants you. And his lips must say, “you belong here. stay.” No, I am not wise enough to cradle you with my experience. But I pray that you grow to know the difference between need and want and that you won’t need anyone but yourself.

Tomorrow I will be 20 years old. (via jwjb)

[elusivespirits]

Elusive Spirits

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[spilledmyink-blog]

Maybe this was lost in translation, but I didn’t need saving. I didn’t need you to pull me out of whatever ditch you thought I was in. In fact, I didn’t need you at all. I simply wanted to hold your hand just a little tighter and for just a little longer.

LB (via spilledmyink)

[deeplifequotes]

If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.

Nikita Gill (via noirsyndrome)

[wnq-writers]

I’ve given my all I’ve drained my soul and yet you still want more?

pouringrainintoapapercup  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I cannot find your name on the bus map. How do I find you when it is all towns and cities and no sight of lost loves. The light across the road boxing in the no vacancy sign punches with the hue of fistfight and I do not know where to go. I mean these lungs are already overcrowded with cigarette smoke, late night prayers, and dial tones that haunt with the hum of breath. I cannot vocalize a whisper into a shout. All rustle instead of earthquake. All candlestick instead of fire. Everything loud about missing you turning numb. The bus driver pulls up at the stop and asks ‘Where are you off to tonight?’ but I could only hear your favorite song playing on his radio. Patiently he waits until reverie wakes, and then he leaves with the realization that he had already taken me to the place where letting go meets holding on - memory lane is the only place I’ll ever meet the person I loved before you stopped loving me.

aribcagesymphony, Where Letting Go Meets Holding On. (via wnq-writers)

[inkskinned]

a little blossom toothache, a morning without you. when this grows too big to chew i’ll finally admit to it but right now we’re just going to pretend that everything’s okay and you’re not leaving. in the evening we can come back here again. to where i lose you. but right now let’s make toast and make up and kiss each other senseless. if i flinch it’s just because i cut my tongue. if i flinch it’s just because i fell in love.

[outcrying]

[adventurousfinds]

Sometimes we lose our soulmates and that’s ok

[yourehappywithoutme]

I still want you. No matter how much time we spend apart or how far away we are from one an other. It’s still you, it always will be.

And I’m still trying to get my head around that. (via yourehappywithoutme)

[trustissued]

You moved away when you turned 18, and i held onto the memories we shared on your front porch at 4.am, but your absence started to creep up the walls of my heart and made a home in my veins. It’s been 3 years and the ghosts are lost without you. So just take the fucking knife and dig into my heart we both know it’s coming. This is what you wanted right? how many times does my heart have to die until you come back? I wish you knew how quiet it gets in the corners of my mind where you used to occupy.

All the ways i tried to love you, but couldn’t  (via trustissued)

[timbllr]

Like the ocean finds the shore, I’ll always find you.

t.k. (via timbllr)

[theprocast]

And I wonder if I could ever feel for anyone how I felt for you - careless, as if pain doesn’t exist and you were so soft that there were no edges that could hurt me. It seemed so long ago. Then I didn’t know that disappoint could slash at my throat, leaving me unable to say a word. Love was never a problem. We never lacked passion. We were either fighting or making love until both became the same thing, until we began hurting each other and calling it loving. When I started covering my ears as if it could shield my heart from every stinging blow we threw at each other. Was it love? Was it really love? I don’t remember loving you without hating you. I don’t remember what tender was like, how it felt cotton-soft on my skin. Did it even exist? What happened?

Blurred Lines // Genefe Navilon (via procastiwriters)

[500lettersforyou]

“I tried to move on from him,” she says softly. “I really did try. I buried myself in things to keep busy and I kissed the lips of boys who didn’t mean anything to forget the one that ever did but every time their lips touched mine I could taste acid on my tongue. Nobody will ever compare to him and I hate that.“

Excerpt of a book I’ll never write (via 500lettersforyou)

[lavenderrd]

You know how when you’re in a car and it’s pouring down rain, you go under a bridge and everything stops. Everything goes silent and it’s almost peaceful. Then you finally get from under the bridge, and everything hits you a little harder than before. You were my bridge.

Anonymous (via lavenderrd)

[blossomfully]

Can you laugh about it yet?“ “No.” “You’re not over it then.” “I don’t think I’ll ever be over it.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

[thelovejournals]

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do.

Jenny Downham, Before I Die (via thelovejournals)