Just Jaimie

[jerm7388]

“You are so familiar,

An old friend of mine.

But now you are so distant

And far away at the same time.

I don’t even know you anymore.

Do you even know yourself?

More than just your hair color has changed.

You are no longer you;

Has time changed how we felt?

Your hands no longer feel the same

As you trace my aging skin.

Your breath on my neck

Does not give me evening chills

Like it did way back then.

Your smile does not look the same,

Your name does not feel the same on my own tongue.

It is as if you are a stranger.

Who are you?

Has it really been so long since we were young?

There was a time when you would follow me with your eyes,

Even when I walked out of the room.

I should have paid more attention;

I never turned back to see.

The truth is,

You have stopped looking for me.”

JERM

12/20/18

[latenightexperience]

Oh, have you noticed my absence?

Now that I’ve stopped giving you

Everything for nothing,

Now that I’ve

“Cut all the toxic people out”

As you’ve preached,

And cut you accordingly.

I cannot believe that you don’t know the score,

But can understand your surprise

At me finally quitting the game,

Or rather, finding better players.

But I have, and I will not let myself

Be tricked into believing

That you noticing my absence

Is any promise of you treating me better,

So I’ll stay gone.

-LNE

[kate--beckett]

Throwback to Adele eating wheatgrass at Jamba Juice.

[booksqouted]

“We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.”

— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

[booksqouted]

“Given the choice between one lifetime spent with you or a thousand without, I will always choose you.”

— Danielle L. Jensen, Warrior Witch

[wordsnquotes]

“It takes courage to stay delicate in a world this cruel.”

— Beau Taplin, “Shed Your Sharp Edges”

[wilsons-anatomy]

All the time.

[wordsnquotes]

“I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words. All I can say is: Stay with me, don’t leave me.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice

[jerm7388]

When I look...

“When I look at you

There is always so much to say:

More than any one painting or poem

Could ever convey.

Your freckles map out the constellations

And I lose myself in your eyes.

They are oceans of forgiveness and beauty;

Lovelier than the moon in the sky.

The way your hair falls over your ears

Sends a chill down my spine.

There is no other word I’d rather hear you call me,

Than when you whisper the word ‘mine.’

Your arms are halos of strength

And encircle my every fear.

I will never be lonely or afraid,

As long as you are near.

Your body is poetry,

The way you move is a dance.

I never dreamed in a million years

You’d ever give me the chance.

Your legs are a river

That twists and turns in the best of ways.

Your feet always find their way home

To me at the end of every day.

When I look at you

It’s to your heart I’ll always cling.

For when I look at you

I see a little of everything...”

JEM

4/28/2018

[introvertdear]

❤️

[purplebuddhaquotes]

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

Sylvia Plath (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[jerm7388]

Learning to live without you

Is like trying to hold my breath.

It’s a fate I never calculated,

One far worse than death.

[jerm7388]

“'I am a woman above everything else,’ she said. But I don’t think anyone believed her. All they saw were gowns of rubies and emeralds, Satin eyes and dreams that never were.

He was her one true love, All the pictures show. Dashing, charming, and debonair, But he never learned to say no. They danced their way through life you see, Until that fateful day. She never got to say goodbye, Her pink gown still holds the stain.

Camelot, the days of long ago. Did they ever really exist? Well now she will never know; Maybe in a faraway distant dream, Or in a place she could never go.” -Jaimie Elizabeth Miller

[fyp-psychology]

Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.

Sigmund Freud (via fyp-psychology)

[wordsnquotes]

People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.

Carl R. Rogers (via wordsnquotes)

[jerm7388]

“When I need you,  My heart becomes a tangled web Of fluttering butterflies  That ache to land somewhere safe.

When I think of you,  My mind becomes a zoo Of  caged beasts yearning to  Break free of their restraints.

When I touch you,  My hands become clambering idiots With sweaty palms and laboring senses   That fumble secretly in the dark.

When I see you,  My eyes burn holes into your every pore; Searching your freckles that map out The constellations of your skin.

When I hear you,  My ears become enamored and filled with  A soft sweet melody that is your voice, Making me forget my own name.

When I smell you,  My nose never stops inhaling  The bitter yet sweet surprise of  An earth-shattering secret. 

When I taste you,  My lips become ravishing warlords  Attempting to storm the Bastille  In yet another peaceful rebellion...”

[jerm7388]

“A faint whisper,  But when I turn my head I hear nothing.  Your voice is lost in The the whisper of the wind. The same wind that Vaguely brushes against me Like a weeping willow’s flowing branches That I long to gather me And wrap me tightly. 

The same wind that Brings the sun’s warmth to my forehead;  The sun’s rays that kiss my cheek And linger less than I’d like it to. 

The wind that catches a honeysuckle’s scent That fills me with sudden hope that you have  Returned to walk amongst the wildflowers’ crooked path  With me.  That old wind is both a bringer of memories  And a dagger that pierces my quaking heart. The icy chill that rattles my bones And holds me captive to its spell.” -JERM