Living Happily Half Empty

Posting my writing and others work that resonates with or inspires me

[dadadawhatever]

just a feeling vs yours truly

[wordsnquotes]

Sympathy’s easy. You have sympathy for starving children swatting at flies on the late-night commercials. Sympathy is easy because it comes from a position of power. Empathy is getting down on your knees and looking someone else in the eye and realizing you could be them, and that all that separates you is luck.

Dennis Lehane (via wordsnquotes)

[kp-eleanor]

Love your page!

Thank you!

[kp-eleanor]

[villainloveshero]

[curlsandstems]

I remember seeing them perform this live on my campus.. My jaw dropped within 10 seconds.

[qh-deactivated20170215]

holy shit

[photosfortheloner-blog]

It's like you don't exist.

The good things are faint, not vibrant. While hatred I can feel in waves. waves of red, thick and sticky. And now I wonder how a world built out of love could drown in blood.

[alfaazkibarsaaat]

I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’ I want your Tuesday afternoon coffee break, glasses off, laughter on ‘just hold me for a while it’s been a hard day.’ I want your Wednesday evening fingers through hair teeth nibbling nails neck craning, eye glazing ‘this paperwork never ends’ I want your Thursday night drinks for two bones unbind muscles let loose flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’ I want your finally Friday stretch soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes fingers unfurl, hand extends ‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’ I want your weekend. your movie marathon Saturday reading by the fireplace kissing in the blankets want your Sunday morning orange juice and pancakes white sheets, tender skin hair like the Fourth of July ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’ I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life.

On Both Knees | alfaazkibarsaaat (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

[extrasad]

[enolasephe]

alcxhol:

johnnyhotboi:

ionicsky:

extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

fuck

I love this so much

this is fucking perfect

[lilvixenmama]

"I had stars in my lungs but I burned them all out with the cigarettes I was smoking to get you the fuck out of my throat." Fuck this was so good.

[yelahjeanne]

Holy shit

[liquidnight]

A short story is a different thing all together - a short story is like a kiss in the dark from a stranger.

Stephen King, From the introduction to Skeleton Crew (via liquidnight)

[breatheinpoetry]

Some choose to drown in alcohol escape from every memory that stabs their chests with salt-stained cheeks and vodka breath Some choose to drown in sorrow to lock the bathroom door as if reality lived outside its walls and the shower floor is the only solace left Some choose to drown in others empty date after empty date until faces blur back into the one they miss and the present can’t dilute the past Oh, but we’re all drowning in oceans that seem endless until our tears turn back to clouds until our legs walk back to shore until we all learn to breathe air instead of sadness and smile again

~Meriam BHT, Even oceans have borders (via breatheinpoetry)

[kp-eleanor]

I used to be really in to you. But you wouldn't meet me half way

Woah, dude. I just got this cause obviously I don't know how to use tumblr properly. I'm sorry that I wouldn't meet you half way? I honestly don't kniw who you are though :c i'm extremely unobservant. If you know this is you and such then please message me off anon or text me if you have my number. I don't know friend! I don't know if we even talk anymore but I would love to talk to you!!!

[kp-eleanor]

I’m painfully aware of my heart beat, I can feel it in pulsing in my neck, wrists, and pounding in my chest. Its so loud I’m shocked you still call me heartless.I’m shocked you can’t hear it 6 feet away. But honestly I think thats its better that way.

Kittenoftheunderworld (via kittenoftheunderworld)

[extrasad]

[kp-eleanor]

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my eyes but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

[emilylldobbs]

Do you think its possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?

Tyler Knott Gregson

[kp-eleanor]

(via emilylldobbs)

[veryfunnymemes]

[kushandwizdom]

Words of Emotion

[badplanets-deactivated20180131]

Pyromania // 4.09.14. 

[word-digest-blog]

I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.

Ferdinand Von Schrubentauffrt (via opaletta)