Wild Hearts

every saint has a past and every sinner has a future

[findingmywordstodescribe]

Hide me inside your dreams, your hopes, your fantasies.

Away, far away from al this void like darkness.

[thebellavita]

[haelxtii]

Not everyone you love is meant to stay long enough to fulfill the plans you make with them. Some people are there to awaken parts of you. To show you what you’re capable of feeling. To expand your standards. To mirror your readiness.

[sunmystic]

[miamlsunshine]

[loubis-and-champagne]

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[mirrorsinner]

[unfxded]

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[2utora]

[unfxded]

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[nixscriptum]

[trefleblanc]

Can someone love too much?

Lying beside him, his hands gentle on your spine,

Your mind boredly begins to wander,

Closing your eyes you ask your apathetic heart:

“Can someone love too much?”

Your eyes trace the curves and dips of his face,

“Perfect, perfect, perfect.” Is all you can think.

He looks back down at you and smiles warmly.

“Perfect, perfect, perfect.” Is all he can think.

You realize then that what you share isn’t love.

This admiration and affection,

Distance dressed as devotion.

“I don’t want worship, I want understanding.”

-trèfleblanc

[zimtkrieg]

[sunmystic]

[paper-wounds]

[cosmicanger]

[zagrebinaa]

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Betye Saar, Beyond Midnight, 2002, mixed materials (Institute of Arts, Detroit)

[perriaeyjeve]

[04k96]

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