Do You Believe In Miracles?

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[sowecoulddance]

No. I never needed you to tell me I was strong. I already knew that. I knew that before I knew you existed. I was strong before you, during, you and after you. I am a force that could build cities and move mountains. You told me that you were the spark that turned me from a candle to a flame? Honey, I’m a forest fire that would put the fires of hell to shame.

Everything I Wrote For You (via sowecoulddance)

[block]

I am slowly learning that some people are not good for me, no matter how much I love them. I deserve someone who is gentle and kind, because my soul is getting tired. Realizing that I deserve something good is one of the first steps.

Why I Need to Say Goodbye To You.  Michelle K. (via itcuddles)

[dictionaryghost-deactivated2016]

When you die, I want to be the flower blooming on your grave. Not in honor, but in spite, because yes, I grew from your rot, but I still reached the light you never saw; will never see again.

Cassidy Black, Spite, page 39 of Heartbeat 100 (via jamesford)

[winestainedwords]

I wondered who got to name the hurricanes. And I wondered if all the storms were named for somebody they used to love.

Love Poems and Other Things I Don’t Want to Talk About // m.m.d. (via winestainedwords)

[alonesomes]

What did I do with all the rage he gave me? How much did I eat, did I swallow? What hell did I crawl out of? What did I do with all his flaming tongues? I burned. I burned. I burned. I burned through the sheets until I was clean and new and strange, and the fire never followed me again after that. After my new name, my new face, my new glowing body next to the grave that couldn’t have me.

“Fire,” by Caitlyn Siehl. Published in The Rising Phoenix Review (via alonesomes)

[thequotejournals]

You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win.

Ryan O’Connell, The People You Will Fall in Love With in Your 20s (via thequotejournals)

[quotemadness]

The problem with being the rock is no one asks if you’re starting to crumble.

Ellen Hopkins (via quotemadness)

[wordsnquotes]

I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

Arthur Miller, The Crucible (via wordsnquotes)

[casualwordpunch]

You belong here, not because you are lovely but because you are more than that.

Azra Tabassum (via 5000letters)

[5000letters]

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via 5000letters)

[brouhahamagazine]

Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.

Audre Lorde  (via stolenwine)

[heartmagician]

Glory be to the girl who goes back for her body.

Dominique Christina, Star Gazer (via heartmagician)

[lifeinpoetry]

There are lines of yours I know by heart. There are scents of yours soaked in my skin.

Marilyn Hacker, from “Poète Maudite,” Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons (via lifeinpoetry)

[pigmenting]

Each night has one sound I know: the moon against the water like your cheek across mine in another life.

Sara Eliza Johnson, from “Elegy Surrounded by Water” in Bone Map (via pigmenting)

[pigmenting]

In the story, you fall in love with a girl on another planet. She’s been dead for years, but through your telescope you watch her laugh, laughing too. You wave when she, remembering her smallness, remembers the stars.

Annelyse Gelman, “Love Poem” in Everyone I Love is a Stranger to Someone (via pigmenting)

[lifeinpoetry]

You will always remember what you were doing / when it hurt the most.

Ocean Vuong, from “Untitled (Blue, Green, and Brown): oil on canvas: Mark Rothko: 1952,” Night Sky with Exit Wounds (via wethinkwedream)

[lifeinpoetry]

I’ll take what you’ll never miss. / A dollar. A bookmark. Myself.

Emily O’Neill, from “Altar to What I Won’t Relinquish,” Celeris  (via talkingoutsoft)