A Broken Soul

Twitter @loveneverdies1_4

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[0hwhyn0t]

[winoforevr-deactivated20160222]

it hurt when I stumbled across her. she was like broken glass all along the floor. but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me. I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain. she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her. I wanted to pick up her pieces. I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way. the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care. I wanted to see her happy. every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever. she was getting better. eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away. but she didn’t take me with her. and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.

[teensext-deactivated20191201]

This is the most relevant thing omg

[thewalkingdrunk]

still a favorite.

[wnq-writers]

“I’ve grown up too fast I have an iron skin I’m no longer who I was in the past I can’t let anyone in I couldn’t face the world head on So I turned to run and hide The person I used to be is gone I’m dead on the inside I watch as the teardrops Cascade down like the rain Pouring down the walls Pounding the window pane Stop holding a loaded gun Up to my head All your hatred and venom Will kill me instead Can’t you realize That words can hurt and kill? You’ll only see what you’ve done When I’m lying cold and still”

— Kalysta Lee

[xexpectationsx]

[dedilhada-s]

[bey]

eventually you’ll end up where you need to be, with who you’re meant to be with, and doing what you should be doing.

[loveneverdies1-4]

You drive me fuckin crazy 💋

[loveneverdies1-4]

I think it's time to say goodbye.

[mineoflove]

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[wnq-writers]

You need to tell me exactly what it is you want You cannot expect me to figure it all out I cannot walk around in your skin and know how you think If I can just barely get under it

hiddenpuppet (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

…I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her. As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We, we who were, we are the same no longer. I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Pablo Neruda, excerpt from The Saddest Poem (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else. You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.

Lang Leav (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

Think of the first time you slept with someone, or the first time you fell in love: that blinding explosion that left you crackling to the fingertips with electricity, initiated and transformed. I tell you that was nothing, nothing at all, beside the power of putting your lives, simply and daily, into each other’s hands.

Tana French, In the Woods (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.

Meggie Royer, Literary Sexts (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.

Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden (via thelovejournals)

[lion-green]