A Lily Among The Thorns

[thelovejournals]

We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via meditationsinwonderland)

[wordsnquotes]

I was so tired of being alone, but I was always alone, even with people around me. And I was so tired of being surrounded, but I was always surrounded, even when I was by myself.

Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner (via wordsnquotes)

[365gleit]

Point Reyes, CA

February 2016

[certym]

Love Is In Small Things

By: Puuung

[farklecloud]

goals~~~

[sweetcreatvres]

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[crossconnectmag]

[written-in-pen]

What do you think love is?“ He asks me, scrolling on his phone like he didn’t just ask such an oddly exquisite question. "Well,” I whisper, “that’s quite the wonder.” “Just curious,” He shrugs. I nod and after a moment of silence, I speak, “Maybe love is when someone remembers the little things about you, even if you’ve forgotten them.

E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

[wordsnquotes]

Two souls don’t find each other by simple accident.

Jorge Luis Borges (via clinginess)

[batterkins]

concept: you and me, lying together under the stars. i wrap my arm around you as i realize that you are everything that i could ever desire and more.

[schuylerpeck]

In the future, our socks rub against each other in the morning.  Under the blankets, you can barely see us. It’s Sunday morning and we drift in and out of sleeping, keeping conversations of everything we wanted to do today. In the future, you know I’m most lonely around 4, and let me know you’re headed home and ready for me to fall back against your chest again, you’ll hold me close even if I have nothing to say. In the future, I make a mess of the kitchen counter. We take a break of making  a birthday cake, and smear flour  across each other’s cheeks. It is snowing down on our eyelashes and I am quickly reminded of every moonlight I’ve ever watched with you. In the future, we unload our lives into the new house. We unpack all my potted plants, the salt and pepper shakers, and fold our scarves into the dresser drawers. We unroll the carpet first and sprawl out around it, just to talk for a while. We waste an hour playing find shapes in the popcorn ceiling, but keep telling ourselves this rug will roll back up again, let’s wait a little longer.

Schuyler Peck, Salt and Pepper Shakers (via featherumbrellas)

[wordsnquotes]

[aprilynnepike]

Shel Silverstein wanted to say something very wise. So he wrote a children’s book.

[pqinful]

I couldn’t fully appreciate these as a kid. I’m so glad to see these. Shel Silverstein was so magnificent.

[yeahwrite]

I loved this book when I was little. I don’t remember the poems being so wise!

[wordsnquotes]

And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.

John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via wordsnquotes)

[written-in-pen]

He was magnificent, and there’s no doubt in saying he fascinated me, but it was in a way where I’d rather stare at him than any brightly lit, night sky. It was in a way where I’d rather read him than any self-provoking book. He was someone who I would spend my life figuring out if it meant I got to be in his presence at all, and that’d be the best part; being there for him, even if I was struggling.

E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

[whisperingbones]

when he asked why I write poems we were drinking unfiltered beer outside my house. I heard the chime on his phone from his girlfriend and the dim of the screen when he pushed “ignore”. I write for reasons like this. when she asks why I always have flowers by my doorstep I tell her that the flowers are my white flag for when he wants to come home. I haven’t had his number in almost two years but I keep sending “I hope you are well” into the stars when I exhale my cigarette. I write for reasons like this. when they ask why I don’t write about pure love and candy I ask why they don’t visit their grandmothers more, put more in the offering plate at church, call their father just to say goodnight. there are some things we should do but just don’t. there are some things we wish we could change but just can’t. I write for reasons like this.

when they ask why I’m such a mystery..I write for reasons like this

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(via whisperingbones)

[whisperingbones]

I used to be that woman who begged for love, who waited for a man to tell her she wasn’t broken….but I wasn’t broken. I became one of those women who had no room for a man because her car was full of flowers and pastries. I became one of those women that men don’t know how to love because they just weren’t quite sure where to put their hands, where to kiss. I became one of those women that men tried to capture and hold close…one of those women that slip through their fingers. You see, I fell in love with life and the wind whispered,
 ‘Why didn’t you stay? 
Why didn’t you fight?’ I did fight. 
I just didn’t fight for him anymore. 
I fought for me.

Whispering Bones, by Drew Hairgrove Purchase your copy here       (via whisperingbones)

[susiebucca]

Some days I wish I never met you, Just so I could meet you tomorrow. I wish I didn’t grow old with you so young, I wish I could have saved you for later.

Whispering Bones, Drew Hairgrove 

Whispering Bones, by Drew Hairgrove Purchase your copy here

(via whisperingbones)

[sweetcreatvres]

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