And another one bites the dust

“The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed” - Charlotte Bronte

[heartofmuse]

Today I will embrace my solitude and your memory. I will remember all your kisses, your caresses that swore promises on my skin. I will set free the moments we lived together, and let them float until they turn into foam in the moonlight. My hands will sing a melody with your name and mine, and I will hang it in the space between dawn and each star so that it will remain a forever written in the horizon.

e.v.e.

[inveiglements]

so this time I won’t even try

hush hush now

[inveiglements]

Fraudster

This was you:

Seven; busy with work; confident; intellectual; exclusivity

This was the real you: starved; flaky; dogmatic; eliminating competition

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If only I knew. I see it so clearly now.

[inveiglements]

Should I give up?

[thepersonalquotes]

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[poems-and-word]

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[tylerknott]

Typewriter Series #1956 by Tyler Knott Gregson

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[inveiglements]

Letting go

Harden your heart this time, little one

[samueldeckerthompson]

It is a sad thing when relationships swerve into this devastating routine of taking turns hurting each other more often than loving on one another.

-Samuel Decker Thompson @adudewritingpoetry My book, Our Fucked Up Hearts, is available here https://www.amazon.com/dp/1539545016/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_P-QHzbBDT7MMN

[what-strange-lives-we-live]

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

Nicholas Sparks (via what-strange-lives-we-live)

[451seconds]

You’re going to forget me. It won’t be fast or sudden or something where I’m clear one day and an empty space the next. But, slowly, you’ll forget the sound of my voice, and then you won’t be able to picture the shape of my face, and eventually you’ll be looking at the sky right before the clouds start pouring rain, and you won’t be able to quite place the familiarity of that color, but it will be the same gray-blue that is my eyes. You’ll no longer know that, though. I’ll just be an outline, a blurry body of disconnected memories that occasionally fits into your past. And that’s okay. Some people aren’t meant to be remembered. I’m just one of those people.

H.L. // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #40 (via 451seconds)

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[wnq-writers]

I think the people we love most hurt us. Hurt us to ruin, and there’s no coming back from that. But we develop a numbness and a delusion that we’re going to be okay. A irrational belief that we’re actually recovering..

indavidual, Healing is a myth. (via wordsnquotes)