Unspoken Poet

[1000savagecomforts]

[adssdfsxd-deactivated20131223]

[punirs]

[teenagecrush]

[mareamo]

[onelastcandle]

[y0itskameron]

[artesonraju]

[winterfellis]

[fearlessbeautyyy]

Christmas is in 10 mins and all I want to do is cry or punch shit . Merry Christmas To Me . Why do I even try .

[purposeovercomfort]

[juansendizon]

“People who love you with kindness should be appreciated deeply. They should know that you feel blessed when they treat your demons as if they were their own. They should feel that you remember all those moments when they kissed your scars as they blossomed into flowers, and you are taking care of them by believing you can grow from the weeds of those who treated you cruelly and trust in a world where you are carried by the wings of safety. They should see that you don’t feel the pressure in loving them with the same intensity as they have loved you but hope they’ve inspired you to love someone with the same tenderness as well.”

— Juansen Dizon

[perrfectly]

“I want to take good photos. Drink dark coffee. And travel the world.”

— Nina H. (via perrfectly)

[adrenaline]

by Dimitri Guedes

[flyngdream]

[wnq-writers]

“When people leave you , they end up teaching you more about yourself, how you were always capable of surviving without them, not just surviving indeed growing, how your lives may have been interconnected but they were never dependent, how the absence they left behind, you turned it into a space filled with self-love, how all you ever needed all these years was just the best version of yourself .”

— Kriti.G

[narnia]

One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learned to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you