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Glorious BoHo bedroom idea- love this so much.
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Such a perfect reading room.
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“when your first love happens to be an epic failure, you spend the rest of your life looking for something that, in fact, never existed. looking for something that was not quite to be called ‘love’. you’re lost in time and space, forever longing to find the same feeling you once felt back then, looking for love but never encountering it because we never actually met.”
— love that was lost at first sight.
the poems nobody likes
are my favorites,
they’re a burger at a seafood joint,
they’re the indie flick you can’t get behind –
too little action and too many no-name actors,
they’re the jazz music in a bookstore –
just too unremarkable…
and these are my favorites because
they don’t blow you away
like a seagull behind a jet engine,
like a pencil in a tornado,
no,
they hit you with something closer to what a ceiling fan’s got,
they hit you with a seabreeze,
and it’s not enough to knock you on your ass,
but it’s enough,
just like the days of the year,
just like the commute on the train,
just like what you’ve got right now.
it’s enough.
and more than anything, you’ve got to appreciate
the stuff that doesn’t knock you down,
because that’s life,
it’s what you’re working with –
the cool gust and background static,
the ratatatat of rain on the roof,
it’s your kid’s smile, your dad’s laugh,
it’s the breakfast she made you,
phonecalls with your brothers –
the regular shit,
the take-for-granted extras you never thought were there –
the feet that carry you through the sand,
hands that hold and arms that wrap
and that run where you left your own ass in the dust…
that’s the best shit in the world.
that’s the best shit you’ll ever have.
don’t think too far or you’ll miss it.
and her tears are invisible it seems forever fuelling her silent screams
Numb
Slowly I have noticed that
My days are spilling into one.
Colours began fading out
And now my sense of taste is gone.
Painted circles on my eyes,
From endless hours of restless sleep,
I wear them like a war paint
With my battle cries of sullen weeps.
Now it doesn’t hurt as much
As it has done for many years.
Creeping numbness took ahold
Now even death knows not my fears.
“sometimes I wish I was a flower because everyone wants to be surrounded by beauty and flowers are always loved first before they are left to wilt”
— I am never given that chance by Abby S