Oh My

And the poet's cry for more. ~ Right now I'm sad and I don't know when I'll be happy but when I'm happy it'll be a good time.

[patheticandpoetic-deactivated20]

Lowest Moments

Why is it that my greatest ideas come only when I’m at my lowest?

Why do I have to be suffering anxiety that derails me completly, just to come up with an amazing start to a new poem?

Why do I have to be shaking and slowly suffocating, with tears streaming down my face, to finally finish the last line of a verse i tried desperately to conclude?

Why when I want to scream until my voice disappears, yet I can’t even make a sound, do I uncover the vision I hopelessly searched for?

I think I know now.

When your mind is deteriorating, And your heart is ripped to pieces, That’s when you’re really thinking, Yet not a logical thought runs through your mind. They say that you’re really you when you’re happy, but I don’t believe that. You’re really you when you’re crippling under the weight of your own life. Only then are you the purest version of yourself. That’s when your mind races out of your control.

Maybe that’s why I have my greatest ideas when things are going wrong.

Because only then is everything so clear, yet so vague.

[galaxiesinmoments-blog]

The Little Things

I was always told that the little things in life are good, but it’s the big events that make a person. I used to believe that. I would overlook everything that could make me smile and wait for something to give my life meaning. When I met you I didn’t take advantage of the small things. I didn’t lose myself in the golden flecks spread through your bright green irises, no, I didn’t watch you with the admiration I would now when you closed your eyes and acted like you were playing your piano piece, just for more practice. I didn’t care about the way your skirt fell just before your dry, bruised knees. I didn’t kiss you when I saw the three lines in the corner of your mouth when you frowned, and I didn’t pay attention to you. I cared for the big picture, but never everything at once. I love you. I will always love you. When we split up you cried. That is the first time I noticed a small thing. When you cry your eyebrows furrow together and you look away because you don’t want anyone to see you when you’re weak. You told me that it takes small details to create a big picture. I miss you. I miss everything you do, I miss the way you would giggle when you got nervous, I miss the way your nose crinkled when you laughed, I miss the way my name used to roll off if your tongue, I miss you. When I see you I see nothing but the little things, and if I could take it all back. No one will tell me that the big picture is the important part of life because to appreciate something you have to appreciate all of it, not just the main idea.

[gnarrw0lves]

I’m pretty much sorted for winter

[dreaming-of-pink-skies-deactiva]

Anyone who reblogs this will get a shitty Undertale valentine’s card from moi this weekend.

 if i have time. although noone’s going to reblog so i shouldn’t have to care lmao

[galaxiesinmoments-blog]

Fire

The time you first touched underneath my shirt your hands sparked against my rib cage, when your lips kissed my neck I felt the burning flame, when your hand traveled up my thigh I was burning, and in your embrace we melted together while the fire burned the imprint of this, of you, in my mind forever. The first time we ever got into a major fight your words are what made a spark. Each insult was another burn until the sting from your hand ignited my body and you watched me burn, but this time you sat back. You didn’t melt into me, you didn’t put me out. The day I came home and saw you with another girl was the spark. The spark for me, but for her you were the fire. You were raging, it was hot, I felt the heat from outside of the door, hearing every crackle emitting off of you as one. The spark was just a slight burn until you told me you didn’t love me. Then I raged like an inferno. I screamed, I asked for help, I asked why, and all you did was leave. This fire hasn’t gone out. Every single day I wait for this burn to weaken and end, but it doesn’t. I asked my science professor what burning alive would feel like. It’s not how I feel. I ache from the inside out. It’s more than a few minutes now it’s been months. I still see our first night embroidered into my brain. All I can think of is hoe you’re on fire. But you’re not burning you are something more, something better, and I think that hurts more than these flames.

S.G.

[sandandglass]

[patheticandpoetic-deactivated20]

Broken

Make sure you take good care of my heart. You have the last of the good in me.

Make sure when you hold me, you hold me tight. It brings my broken pieces closer together, so we can put them back in place.

Make sure when you grab my hand and hold it in yours, you keep a tight grip. It helps me see that you really do care.

Make sure when you hug me, you hold on for that extra second. It shows me your love and it makes my heart fill with warmth.

Make sure when you kiss me, you do it with passion. It sets my longs afire with your love.

Make sure you show me how you truly feel. Being dishonest with your feelings will tear me apart.

Make sure when you love me, you do it right. Please don’t let me drift. Never let me go. Don’t ever lie about your love. Remember, sometimes the broken isn’t easily fixed.

[astralweekends]

Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties acoustic performance at The Rat | April 2015

[natepackard]

The Front Bottoms || Run for Cover Showcase

[mydemisee]

[n0tive-deactivated20180829]

Have you ever looked at someone while they’re doing something small like driving or laughing or eating and just smile bc you like them so much

[tattooed-disappointment]

Dad, my father just cane home with plane tickets, conformation on a hotel room and rental car. When I asked him what that was for he pulled out Twenty One Pilots tickets and I'm so happy I'm crying.

Ur dad is a+ dad material

[higherxpower-deactivated2016082]

turnstile x

[drieds-deactivated20200619]

[fuckyeahtattoos]

Meredith Little Sky - Terrarium Tattoo - Fort Collins, CO

[florakinesis-deactivated2017102]

:’^) i got no closer to heaven and i feel so happy rn

[teeashirts]