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@jamsprtwo
working on a poem
āThere are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when youāre miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe⦠and you.ā
ā Beau Taplin
āThere are people we meet in life who miss being important to us by inches, days, or heartbeats. Another place or time or a different emotional frame of mind and we would willingly fall into their arms; gladly take up their challenge or invitation. But as it is, we encounter them when we are discontent or content and they are not. Whatever they are, we are not and vice versa. Two trains going in different directions that pass for a few powerful moments at full speed, blasting noise and wind but then they are gone. Whatever serious chemistry might have been possible if, isnāt.ā
ā Jonathon Carroll
āI thought I wouldnāt live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.ā
ā Barbara Kingsolver
āI think in the end all I really wanted was for you to see how much I could have loved you.ā
āSomeone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.ā
ā E.E. Cummings
it would mean so much to me if any of my mutuals/followers would go retweet this. i would love to see this pick up attention so jacie has an even greater chance of getting a big break. she deserves it and yāall know she does. thank you for your time xx
I have so many issues, too much baggage and you were always there for me. I am selfish and feel so unloved all the time, but you always knew how to take care of me. I knew you deserve more, I knew that the universe and I owes you a lot for not giving you back all the love that you gave away.
I wish I knew how to treat you right. Maybe then you would never be this unhappy.
I'm sorry that I'm always upset. I'm sorry for hurting you. Im sorry for being sorry all the time. I swear to God, I know you deserve more.
There were a lot of what ifs and what could've been.
āThe person you think of when you stand in front of the ocean.ā
ā Colleen Michele (via hplyrikz)
I miss you, terribly.
I closed my eyes and said to myself "let it be you in my dream tonight".
Wrong number, said a familiar voice.
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I knew you didnāt love me when the only sweet words I received from you were slurred through a phone line. You get lonely when youāre drunk. It didnāt matter if it were me on the other end when you dialed my number. However, I answered every time and let you fill my ears with those intoxicating words. But do I love you? Well, Iāll tell you this: Iād let you kill your liver before Iād stop answering your calls.
2/4/16, 7:45 PM (via morning-revivals)