Excerpts Collection

Recent favorites from the tag: "Excerpts from a book I'll never write." None of the amazing posts belong to me. Instagram: excerptsfromabook

[astagesetforcatastrophe]

november has seen geese fall faster than any sunset. so listen, winter: lay my body to the ground with them, keep my heartbeat tucked inside like packed dirt. tell me it is not fire. tell me: where did she come from & how did she breathe such tenderness into a room? what kind of hit to the body could do more damage?

astagesetforcatastrophe, waterfowl questions (via astagesetforcatastrophe)

[brokxnpxoplx]

You found a way to be on my mind for eight months. Its been eight months since we broke up. That’s twice as long as we lasted and I can’t get over this. Why can’t I get over this? Whats wrong with me? What did you do? Why do you make my heart hurt? Why was it so easy for you to turn around and pretend I didn’t exist and I can’t get up off the bathroom floor?

Don’t fall in love with your friends (via brokxnpxoplx)

[writers-occult]

Recovery is a treacherous slope: one small step can end in a catastrophic avalanche. How far must I climb before I reach the top? If only I knew there was no summit, I could only climb until the avalanche would bury me once more.

m.a.l 032817 (via writers-occult)

[iloveyouforeverandmore]

I want to be your 3am thoughts, the voice inside telling you that you will be alright. I want to be your happy place when everything around you is stressing you out. I want to be the picture you look at on your phone to remind yourself that there is someone who loves you. I want to be the one you call when you’re drunk and missing me. I just really really want to be somebody to you..

I guess what I’m trying to say is I love you. (via iloveyouforeverandmore)

[dearadelle]

People say I’m strong. I have dealt the most terrible thing people fears the most. I’ve fought the toughest war and still here I am standing— so valiant and firm. But people don’t have any idea of the traumas I suffered after the war. That until now, I never fully recovered. I don’t believe when people say I’m strong. Perhaps it’s not me but my strong, still beating heart.

A.T. (via dearadelle)

[wordsbyal]

how can we can all say we are so happy and so enthusiastic about our life and future yet we are the same people who break down at night? and we all break down for a reason that is still so mysterious.

(via aloseshermind)

[illbeseeingthemoon]

You never loved me. You loved being loved, the adoration and attention. You loved knowing that someone cares for you, that someone would do everything, even stop time, for you. You loved how much control you had over me. You loved how good it felt when I touched you, when I said that I want you, that without you I’d reduce to embers and be nothing. You loved the feeling of loving me— but come to think of it, you never loved me for me.

@illbeseeingthemoon (via illbeseeingthemoon)

[pagesofstardust]

I hear the words you whisper, The ones you share with storm clouds. You doubt me? Watch me rise with the Sun, clothed in gold Stretching my influence across the globe. You mock me? Watch me pull with the Moon, rising tides and Sweeping currents to and fro without end. The next time you seek to tear me down I will show you my place in the universe. The one who sits at the Right hand of God proclaims me his own. Take your storm clouds and release them They will melt into my skies and Further develop my beauty.

2/11/17 (via pagesofstardust)

[hellholeglory]

“Why did you never say it back? Why could you never tell me you loved me when I know you did? Why was that always too hard to admit?”, he asks, and she sighs, because he has every right to ask and know, because she has the answer, because when she saw him again and again tonight she knew she couldn’t escape much longer. “Honestly?”, she says, mostly to buy time, and looks at him nodding, and feels it again, just a glimmer, deep inside, just for the shortest of times, as familiar as his eyes, as undeniable as the moon above them. She feels it again, and then she takes a breath, hoping her lungs will feel different after this air, after this truth. “You’re right, I did love you. I probably loved you before you ever loved me back, and I loved you long after I left. I loved you so much and for so long that at the time, I told myself I didn’t need to tell you, because all the proof you needed was right there in your hands, my skin, in all the places we’ve been and all the other promises we made. I thought not saying it would make it more special, like it was my little secret that everyone knew about. But really, I think I was scared. Because I loved you first, and I loved you more, and still you loved me better, I was so scared you’d see it too and let that love hang in the air when you left. Losing you scared the words into me, hid them in a place that was too fragile for the world or even you to know.” She takes a deep breath, and the night helps her mouth say the things she never even knew she needed to say. “And I’m sorry about that, because, turns out, everything I did to stop myself from telling you, or from loving you more everyday ended up biting me in the ass. I left you because I didn’t want to be left, and it hurt to finally acknowledge how dumb that was. I broke us, and I’m sorry.” She looks up at him, and she thanks God he’s still got a soft smile on his face after everything. “What?”, she asks when his smile turns into a grin. “You still talk like a poem, you know?” She laughs at his words, and he pulls her into a hug. “Thank you,” he whispers in her hair, “for almost saying it back this time.”

Is this what happens when you finally let go? (via hellholeglory)

[wordsofsorcha]

Remember All the beautiful things that happened When the sky was pink, And the scent of the sunset Danced between our words, Before the birds flew to infinity Leaving us below.

Sorcha (via wordsofsorcha)

[kylie-not-kylis]

If I could, I would love you until the end of time, I would love you until the sunrise did not come. But I cannot, so how about I just hold you tonight, Then tomorrow we will be done.

The Apocalypse Is Now // @kylie-not-kylis (via kylie-not-kylis)

[abstractedaffections]

I wish there were ways to despise you.

V.B.//yet I haven’t found any (via abstractedaffections)

[wordsbyt]

ask me about first love…… Nothing like it. And, you’ll never forget it. The feels, the smells. The way they looked walking across the yard. What it feels like to kiss. And, when it’s over, the pain that lasts. It takes forever to get even with it, but you never get over it. Never. But would you want too? I don’t think so. Never. You’ll always have that love.

(via wordsbyt)

[reminsces-blog]

From the first day you talked to me, my mind unfurled with the possibilities of you and I. You drew me closer to you through your words without even meaning to.  You made me forget my past heartbreak instantly and so my mind began painting you as the hero of the story. So, why did I think you would really be the man I’d dreamed up all along? Why do I feel so disappointed at how my wishful thinking and foolish expectations let me down? - But, mostly, why do I long for you still?  Even when the thought of you hurts more than it should.

reminsces (via reminsces)

[myonlywayoutofhere]

Friends, that’s all you will ever want to be.

Day 87 (via myonlywayoutofhere)

[poetbitesback]

Sometimes being is just not enough. It’s not the same as living. I’m not falling in love or laughing as much anymore which all in all leads to less smiles, less pictures with friends and family, less memories. I’ve got a list of books to read that is longer than my patience for myself, if I could I would leave myself in the other room or maybe in the next town over because we aren’t on the same page anymore. I go to sleep without clothes on so that I don’t have to strip anything off in the morning; I feel like I have been ridding myself of layers for so long- who I was, who I am, my dreams, and all of the possibilities fall to the floor like yesterday’s clothing. I want to help, but I can’t help myself. I want to live, really live, but the effort it takes to just keep breathing is becoming a burden.

[thisvastlove]

I’m here. I am here now and tomorrow and next week and next month and forever. I am not leaving. I will not let you deal with this alone, I won’t let you feel this alone. You have me now and forever. If you need to talk, I’m here. If you need a shoulder to cry on, I am here. If you need someone to kiss your forehead or hold you until the sun comes up or someone to scream at, just to let it all out, I am here. I don’t care how hard you try, you can not push me away. I will not let you self destruct. I love you too much to let you ruin the masterpiece you’ve created out of yourself. You can tell me that you’re unworthy of being loved, you can tell me you’re broken. You can tell me every awful thing you feel and you can tell me all about how much you hate the person you are. But it will never change the truth. It will never change what I’ve come to learn about you. You are so much more.

- What I need to hear//An excerpt from a book I’ll never write #10 (via thisvastlove)