-n.m.

ig: @light.writes|| words in a box || socal

[just-shower-thoughts]

As much as I use my smart phone I don’t think I have ever seen it in any of my dreams

[idreamofgalaxies]

Just another reason why..

I can’t even forget how it felt when your wrist bent at

my waist.

Or the sound you made when you were sleeping a

little too deeply in my arms; I was always afraid you

were never going to wake back up.

I don’t even need to close my eyes, and I see you.

I can feel your skin under my fingertips just by

thinking your name.

What is this game of love, really?

My senses are blinded and my guard is down; I

tremble at the sound of your footstep.

I can’t even forget the sound of your footstep.

Or the way your lips lay against your teeth like

silk against pearls. The way you’d hide your smile.

There’s things in this life you can not achieve, places

that you may never reach.

But I’ve seen the ethereal​.

I’ve known the heavens, I have loved with a love only

the Gods could synchronize.

So please, tell me why, my bleeding knees and

pleading eyes do not compromise the anger in your

heart, or the bitterness in your mind.

Because I still remember the way you’d say my name

in your sleep, and the way you’d laugh at me.

And I still remember how we kissed, like we were

losing time. And the way your voice sounded when

you meant it when you said you’d always love me.

I can’t even forget the look on your face when you

knew you loved me.

I remember when you loved me.

I know you loved me.

-writing about you again

[opalizedvizions]

hazy wounds

wage your wars the earth will heal will fight, will dance in the misty winds and she will reach out to the stars asking for help if only they knew, if only they knew.

  ✨✨ 🌎 ✨✨

[sarahmariepardy-deactivated2018]

Paraíso

Mis manos acariciaran tu suave piel cual arco acaricia la cuerda del violín en la creación de una bella melodía.

Mis labios memorizaran los caminos del laberinto que son tu cuerpo para llegar a tu corazón, al mismo tiempo que tu cabello golpeara tu espalda cual olas golpean la arena al medio día.

Nuestros cuerpos danzaran al son de la canción de los corazones y nuestros alientos volaran cual dragones para al final unirse en un acuerdo de paz.

Y al final de nuestra obra de arte, las sábanas nos acojeran como el manto estrellado lo hace a la noche. (Written and submitted by @shyly-romantic)

Note: Don’t speak Spanish? Enter this into a translator and it’s beautiful! 

[heartial]

su·sur·rus

/so͝oˈsərəs/

noun whispering, murmuring, or rustling. 

[wind-some-light]

Some have honey on their lips but poison in their hearts  Some have broken glass in their teeth  but their heads in the stars

@wind-some-light (via wind-some-light)

[olearypoetry]

[katebta3ben-deactivated20231217]

An Open Letter to my Future Love

Sometime long ago my name was etched adjacent to yours. You and I are intertwined through the greatest of powers–our souls split in two before our consciousness came into being. You are mine and I am yours, even if, presently, you are hers and I am his. The heart ache of the ones that got away are meant to be temporary–my love for you, although not yet discovered, is permanent. Our initials are carved with the I’s dotted and a heart binding us on the eternal scriptures that predetermined our fate. 

Do not fret, my love, for I am here, waiting for your arrival. Return? Perhaps we’ve crossed paths in this life. Or perhaps my love for you is merely a budding friendship at present that will blossom into the romantic rose that it was meant to be. Wherever you are, I am here, ready to greet you with open arms. 

My love, I may not feel your presence now, but I promise you this:

I promise to love you, even when you don’t love yourself. I promise to heal the wounds left open by the cruel world we inhabit. I promise to laugh at your jokes, however silly they may be. I promise to care for you the way a mother cares for her child. To treat you with the respect a brother gives his sister. But I will love you the way you haven’t been loved before. I promise to stay, even when you leave. I promise to soothe your nerves in the best way I can. I promise to be your confidant, and vault. I promise to be your best friend. I promise to give you every ounce of love that has flooded my heart for so long–the love that has poured from the dam and filled every inch of my body. 

My love, I promise you my world, but I ask for little in return. 

Promise to love me, even when I don’t love myself. Promise to hold me through the nights I am too afraid to escape into my dreams. Promise to tell me stories of your life before me when my heart beats faster than I can handle. Promise to stay–please stay. Speak to me softly with warm words. Be gentle, for I am more delicate than I may seem. Underneath the scar tissue there is an abundance of rawness. But most importantly, care for me. If nothing else, please care for me. 

My love, I am sorry. 

I am sorry for the love I gave those before you. The love I so willingly surrendered to your imposters. I am sorry that I allowed them to break me. I am sorry that you must now help pick up the pieces of the glass vase you were promised whole. I am sorry I am not the pristine untouched jewel that shone just for you. I am sorry that I mistook them for you, and I am sorry that my spark died before you came. I am sorry that my heart cannot take much more sadness, for it has lived its whole life diseased. 

But you see, my love, I believe you were saved for me. 

You are the reward long awaited. The prize  after the project. The light at the end of the tunnel. The heart break after heart ache over those who walked away have only taught me how to love you. The scars I bear allow me to love you stronger, hold you longer, cherish your flaws, appreciate your presence, and care for you deeper. 

My love, I ask you for one thing: love me unconditionally, and in return, I will give you enough love and tenderness to fill your heart all the way through to our graves. 

Sincerely, 

Your future lover and wife (Z) 

[betweensoul-deactivated20170919]

You can’t just touch my soul and leave.

BlueLabyrinth (via betweensoul)

[olearypoetry]

[olearypoetry]

[weaksorry]

i hate how im not doing anything w my life like im young and i should be having fun but instead im always on this website or watching movies on netflix and it just gives me such a bad feeling bc i know that one day ill look back and ill be like, “why the fuck did i waste my youth just moping around when i couldve done so many cool things” but fuCk i just don’t know how to stop being like this

[poems-and-word]

[hardfeelingslove]

•no one is special until you make them so•

[blueemelancholia]

I will treat like you like you are the Moon.

I will come to you when my heart hurts

And I will love you in your every phase

I will let you shine for me when the night is dark

And I will look for you when you are not around

[teacup-labrador]

187.

The thoughts of you

Are so loud

I can’t hear anyone talk

[writingsaboutwhatever]

I’ll forgive the person who does me wrong because they won’t be able to forgive them self.

writingsaboutwhatever (via writingsaboutwhatever)