becca

IG - @beccarhymeandreason

[lacedwithspontaneity]

- becca steel

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[lacedwithspontaneity]

I will never know:

- becca steel

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[lacedwithspontaneity]

I Want

- becca steel

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[lacedwithspontaneity]

I don’t wanna dream about you anymore yet I'm here dreaming about you anyway.

- becca steel

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[lacedwithspontaneity]

I'm Not There I hope you are aware my darling that I feel much better about the world knowing you're in it. I would feel even better still if I could lay beside you each night and hear your thoughts on… what are your thoughts my love? what shakes you awake when I'm not there beside you to soothe the worry?

- becca steel

IG - beccarhymeandreason

[lacedwithspontaneity]

as empty as I may feel as full as I crave to be I will always find a way to smile like I would if you loved me. I yearn to be filled with all I have been denied but will I freeze up at the very first touch? my garden remains watered from the rain of its own pain but the water is growing murkier by the day.

- becca steel

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[lacedwithspontaneity]

you continue to astound me and I continue to crave you. my stomach threatens to churn at the thought of dying before we touch. I continue to prevent the inevitable songs poems novels about who we could've been. you'll never know, my darling of the stars we could have seen had they aligned just a little to the right. we are made of the same dust I truly believe. as long as you find another as willing to devote their work to you as I am I will manage a life without you my love.

- becca steel

IG - beccarhymeandreason

[lacedwithspontaneity]

I've been watering dead plants carrying bags of broken glass and walking past boxes in the loft I'd long forgotten about. last night, choking on the rain coming through the skylight I left open I threw the plants away. I swept up the shards of glass I'd dropped around my feet and opened the boxes in the loft only to find them filled with someone else's memories. now I'm stood - with my feet in the dust rain trailing down my back hair stuck to my skin - looking out a frosty window at the top of my childhood home searching for the overgrown driveway I've never walked down.

- becca steel

IG - beccarhymeandreason

[lacedwithspontaneity]

compliments you pay me in compliments for the time we spent together like you're doing me a favour. like I'm going to spend my not-that-hard-earned cash on something pretty. on something as shiny as we once were. you pay me in compliments and I save the money for someone far more expensive than you.

- becca steel

IG - beccarhymeandreason

[lacedwithspontaneity]

furball we sit in each others' laps legs curled around legs arms around waists and shoulders. you choke me with your fears and I swallow them like they're mine. you drown me in your sorrows and I tread the waters of your pain like they're mine. your red t-shirt becomes crinkled in my damp palm your neck becomes wet and your ribs squeeze closer and closer and closer together. my breath catches in my throat like a cat with a furball. except it's every fear you've ever had clawing its way back up my throat seeking its revenge on you.

- becca steel

IG - beccarhymeandreason

[serious]

So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

Veronica A. Shoffstall 

today’s mantra

(via serious)

[dateaboysuggestions]

Date a boy who understands that no means no

[theprocast]

I hurt, I bleed,  I mourn, I grieve,  I struggle, I try,  I fail and I sigh.  I fight, I lose,  I scar, I bruise,  I suffer, I yearn…  But I live and I learn.

Ranata Suzuki | Such is life (via theprocast)

[thelovejournals]

There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just mean you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

Laurell K. Hamilton, Incubus Dreams (via thelovejournals)

[fyp-psychology]

Highly sensitive (introverted) people process their environments - both physical and emotional - unusually deeply. They tend to notice subtleties that others miss - another person’s shift in mood, or a lightbulb burning a touch too brightly.

Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking (via fyp-psychology)

[isaacwrites]

If you have their back make sure they have yours.

(via isaacwrites)

[nikitaagupta]

::for every writer on tumblr:: I hope you meet someone, someday, who makes you write about things that make you happy rather than unhappy. I hope you meet someone, someday, who makes you write about love instead of heartbreak and people who chose to stay instead of leave. I hope you meet that someone, someday, who makes you want to write about the feelings that make you feel alive right now rather than the feelings that make you feel dead. I hope you find her/him soon because I found mine on march tenth and writing about him is the best thing ever.

-he’s my muse/why do I write about him? (via muffin-nikks)