he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Mike Driver
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we're not kids anymore.
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Noah Kahan
EXPECTATIONS
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Kiana Khansmith
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if i look back, i am lost
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@heart-shaped-spark
I used to love that song so much. I thought it was so beautiful and real and it made me think of...
Now that song just triggers all the pain and regret and rage that no one believes I still have. Because no one really believes how much that song, that relationship killed me inside.
I’m so much more emotionally detached now, I’m afraid of romance now, I don’t trust people now, I don’t trust myself now.
I've reached a point where either my standards are too high to like you or I feel as though I'm not right enough to like you, as if I don't deserve you. But of course I absolutely do. I'm caught between my confidence and insecurity. And the result? I just don't care anymore. It's too much energy to make you think of me, and I've no one to impress anymore.
I remember when I thought
The world revolved around you
And the stars were charged by your soul
The universe painted in strokes
In time to the beating of your heart
If every freckle was a little victory,
And every curl a good deed,
Your face was the best of humanity.
But when you told me the world
Revolved around you
You felt you had no choice
But to deem me unworthy
You took my innocent love for my world
And told me it wasn't right
That the universe, the stars, God was rejecting my love
My love, goodwill, care
Was useless.
But that's when the heavens listened to me
They knocked you off your divine pedestal
And God and I unplugged the stars from you
We painted over the canvas of the universe
With the veins of the good people
Each of your victories were remembered in the heavens
As failures, as humiliations.
And every curl straightened
Like the cruel, rigid nature
Of the hatred you'd spread.
Your face was plastered as wanted for manipulation.
But then He and his angels on Earth
Reminded me to be better than the criminal
And to forgive you of your darkness.
Now I await in tears of you the fated day
When my faithful soul
May permit me to do so.
I used to hear your midnight laughter
From my bedroom window
With the click clack of beer cans
I could handle.
Now all I hear is the coughing
Coughing and coughing of a heart
And soul and spirit
Ripped out of your lungs
Amidst the smoke you so insist upon.
So coarse and jagged
That I want to attack and rip out
The blackness, the darkness
From your quivering hand.
All I can hear is the decay of your prospects
The rotting of your dedication and dreams.
But then I wonder if you even dream anymore,
Or if the image behind your eyelids is as black
As the tar.
You sound like death and you smell like sadness.
So I suppose I can't blame you
If I'll never understand.
But I cannot believe my own brother-sister has come to smell
Like everything I've always feared most for myself
And grown to become
What scares me endlessly.
And the parents tip toe around
A child who is too old to be ordered around
But also too old to be acting so terribly.
And cruelly.
And painfully.
I cannot believe how different we've become and
I cannot believe
In our relationship
Anymore.
It's been two days
And I'm sitting in here crying
Because the weight on my lungs
Has got to be there to say goodbye
To the weight on my stomach.
It's been two days.
If/Then
If my eyes are the windows to my soul, then my lips will speak their silent truths.
If every black hole is a regretful mistake, then I'll cover them all in pink, lovely memories.
If my nose picks up you, then it will lead me your way.
If my face isn't youthful enough, then I'll go and blow some sweet bubbles.
If I sink into these dark pits, then I'd hope you'd pull me out by your teeth.
If forests inhabit my forehead, then I'll plant flowers in my hair.
When was the last time you were called beautiful and felt it?
j.s.h. (via hallucinogems)
Vincent van Gogh, Vase with 12 Sunflowers (1888) / Vampire Weekend, Hannah Hunt (2013)
You fell, I fell— we both fell. You swam, but I drowned.
The Fall, Remy Raine (via fascinares)
Sleepless: The first appearance of the morning sun slept across the walls and sheets of my quiet room. Weightless dusts decorate the silence in frozen time. Little does the world within this room know the chaos that’s inside me. I didn’t sleep, yet somehow the sheets have wrinkled through the night. The thoughts endlessly swirl around my mind in thunderous waves, yet the silence dances on around me. My heart sends bursts of murderous thuds through my chest, yet the sun sleeps perfectly in utter content. I’m in chaos and everything is in order.
jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)
I have jagged edges and I am made of thorns however there is no rose attached to my stem I’m not sure that I belong in someone else’s arms but I’m also not sure I belong in my own I guess I’m still searching for home since I wasted so much time believing you were a light house when you were just luring me away from where I need to be most days I wish to be alone but then other days mostly when I’ve had too much to drink I think of you and then I change my mind
The world can be a lot better than we settle for. All you have to do is ask.
Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor (via splitterherzen)
I wonder whose arms would I run and fall into if I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved.
this becomes almost deeper when you think of non-romantic loves too (via asimetricna-vagina)
I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
"I’m tired… I’m so tired. I thought I just needed a night’s sleep, but it’s more than that."
Inside Llewyn Davis (2013)
Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.
Hunter S. Thompson (via youonlylivedreaming)
