M.M.

Uncontrollably Wild, Irrevocably Lost

[disclosur]

[quohtable]

it’s the little things. watching her move in that dress of hers, feeling your throat tighten up. when she comes too close and suddenly all the air evaporates out of your cells. watching her lips when she talks. the way her laughter makes every bit of you warm. like it’s going to be alright if you can just get her to smile. like how you can’t stop talking about her. “you kinda love her, huh?” your friend laughs. yeah kinda. yeah kinda. she makes the sunset rename itself and when she’s around you the world dresses up in better colors. yeah kinda. a little.

r.i.d. via inkskinned (via inkskinned)

[bryandaugherty]

Yesterday in Oregon.

[milamai]

Do you ever think of me?

[bunlly]

[recked]

[wordsnquotes]

I must learn to love the fool in me - the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.

Theodore Isaac Rubin (via wordsnquotes)

[reitsc-deactivated20221203]

[factly]

[poetsonart]

Winslow Homer, Fog Warning (1885) // Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “Ulysses” (1833)

[bruwho]

[coffeepeople]

How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden. 

[marcokd]

[praying]

[wreck]

[jannahflowers-deactivated201712]

[wordsnquotes]

I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via wordsnquotes)