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@latenight-pillow-thoughts
Simplicity
Something as simple as
a kiss while I am asleep
makes me melt
Something as simple as
an I miss you when you’ve only
been gone a couple hours
Warms my heart
Something as simple as
Screen shotting my snap chats
Makes me smile
Something as simple as
Holding your hand in the car
Excites me
Something as simple as
An I love you babygirl
Makes my whole entire day
The simplest things you do
Mean the most to me
And that is why
You are my person
You have progressively grown on me Over time i have fallen In love with you I have become attached to your soul You have such a beautiful sweet and genuine soul So full of life and potential goals and dreams You are my person And I am yours
Even if I don’t want it to be.
For other men you are unforgettable. You are justice. A law without teeth. You are the high road to the city. Your hips are the most wonderful thing about you. They move for the public. And you would want them to pay you their tears for it. Gosh, you are a funny misbehaviour. Your laugh reflects your loneliness. They never see you cry, and they pronounce your name wrong. Therefore you eat your eyes, and close your country upon them. You are the silky night, velvet between the sheets, alone in bed. They dream about you like this.
Al-Maghrib by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
10 things I hate about you
You know the song I hate you I love you I hate that I love you? Well I don’t hate that I love you, I hate that I hurt you. I hate that you didn’t even try to stay to work things out.I hate that you took the easy way out. I hate that you didn’t even want to talk about it. I hate that we will never see what the future will hold for us. I hate that you were my best friend and now we don’t even talk. I hate how you ended things. I hate that at night my mind wanders to the thought of you coming back to me. I hate that I believed we could get over anything because we were soulmates. I hate that I don’t hate you not even a little bit not even at all, I love you. ⁃ 10 things I hate about you// TOT #3
Brown eyes to most people are boring. They aren’t as pretty as green or blue eyes. But have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? They are not boring at all, they become a pool of golden rays. How can they be boring when at night they become a sunset of their own. Brown isn’t a very pretty color but it is a color made up of all the other colors. Brown eyes are just a mixture of things that someone has to offer to the world. All the things they have been through, stories, love,heartbreak, laughter, and the potential they have. All the questions they have about life or love lie in their brown eyes.
Brown eyes// tot #24
Broken
Our love story started just as quick as it ended. We fell in love too fast and we broke up too soon. There was no thought when you left. I made a mistake and you just walked away without looking back. Now I’m left here heartbroken and still in love. ⁃ thoughts of t// #f4
Here’s the hard part: you don’t ever stop loving him. You move on and you grow and you change, but it doesn’t ever stop, this feeling. And when you see him five years from now, all uptight in his fancy new job and wearing a suit that makes him look like a big deal, when he smiles in that easy way and says,“Hey, you. It’s been a while,” your stomach will still trip over itself. Your hollow hands will still want to reach out and mess up his tie. His hair. Trace the skin of his back until he sighs. And you’ll still wonder why. Why it didn’t work. Why it couldn’t now. Oh, God. No, you’re never going to stop loving him. Your heart just doesn’t know how.
(via yourhandwrittenletter)
The book I won't write
This is the sad thing about life, if you make a mistake you can’t take it back. You can’t turn the clock back or go back in time. You have to live with the choices you’ve made even if you regret them. Even if you wish you could change them. We live with our choices whether they are good or bad because what else can we do? There’s no way so go back and right our wrongs. So as I lay in bed at night I think of all the things I wish I could change. Meeting you is never one. For some reason the universe wanted us to meet and our stars crossed paths. I wish it was longer but not everything good lasts. It was long enough for me to appreciate our time. It was enough for me to say you will always have a special place in my heart and will forever be a lovely memory. - Thoughts
“Once upon a time I believed in a perfect and beautiful love. One that was so pure and happy it was almost as if it was too good to be true. I became engulfed in the thought of having this perfect guy and perfect relationship. No love is perfect though. Disaster hit (a mistake) and this is where I found out if the love was real or just a memory. I thought true love endured all. Maybe it still does and this was just a lesson to be learned and my true love is still out there. I like the saying if you love something set it free and if it’s meant to be it will come back to you. I hope he comes back to me” - he hasn’t came back #1
Thoughts of t
