Avery

who doesn't love relatable poetry?

[mallowgroup]

There's a whole world out there I close my eyes to because I'm busy hiding my tears from a boy whose heart is far from mine.

[poems-and-word]

[kushandwizdom]

If you're not exploring life, if you're not looking for yourself, if you're not finding many different things you love, what are you doing?

- Expherience

[perrfectly]

You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how you love. There is courage in that.

Bianca Sparacino (via perrfectly)

[mallowgroup]

There’s still something so beautiful in a heartache, no matter how deep the hurt

-C.B.

[tommybruce]

[poems-and-word]

[mallowgroup]

Dear you,

You're afraid aren't you?

Of being left alone and deserted once more

You tell yourself that things will get better. You both just need time away from each other.

So, you start to withdraw and disassociate from yourself, from reality. "Because if I don't I will break...", you think.

But really, why are you running away?

Why do you put everything off like a day away could save your soul?

I wish it did though. I wish it was true.

To let everything go and let life run its course. To allow things to heal with time.

But, no. You're holding on and it hurts.

You do it anyway because you're afraid...

..of losing another person with whom you thought you could cherish a lifetime with.

To hold on even if you want to withdraw and give-up.

Tell yourself things will get better if you both take some time alone.

But it kills you to realize that you don't actually want to be alone. They just want to leave.

[poems-and-word]

[perrfectly]

That is the simple secret of happiness. Whatever you are doing, don’t let past move your mind; don’t let future disturb you. Because the past is no more, and the future is not yet. To live in the memories, to live in the imagination, is to live in the non-existential. And when you are living in the non-existential, you are missing that which is existential. Naturally you will be miserable, because you will miss your whole life

Osho (via perrfectly)

[meanwhilepoetry]

So you say you love them, but do you? Have you seen their truth? Have you seen them weak? All the layers stripped away and sheer primitive emotion? Have you seen them angry? Have you seen them cry? Love, real love, only happens when you see someone at the very worst of themselves, and still find your heart full with softness and warmth for them. Before you confess the wholeness of your love for someone, see them without the mask we all wear for the world everyday, the mask that says, “I’m fine” when it means “I’m broken”.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

[mallowgroup]

You’re the first one in mind When I hear that song When I listen to the lyrics When I dance to the music

[mallowgroup]

‪I don’t even know where I stand in your life anymore,

if I still belong in your world,

or if I still mean something to you ‬at all.

-c.b.

[poems-and-word]

[purplebuddhaquotes]

When you’re trying to motivate yourself, appreciate the fact that you’re even thinking about making a change. And as you move forward, allow yourself to be good enough.

Alice Domar (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[the-book-diaries]

I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via the-book-diaries)

[the-book-diaries]

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it’s the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.

Gayle Forman, Where She Went (via the-book-diaries)