sam

18

[healerorkiller]

[onyxheartbeat]

“I’ll drown myself in absinthe and tears before I fall out of love with you.”

- onyxheartbeat

[melancholydrenchedtears]

I’m becoming more calm knowing I can start to let you go.

[heart2heartwritings]

“I feel like all I talk about is you to my friends. But I can’t help it, people just like to talk about the things that make them happy. And you just so happen to make me extremely happy. So, of course, I love talking about you but I would love it more if you and I talked.”

—

[with-my-heart-on-a-trigger]

Today I honor one of my favorite characters of all time and most importantly the actress who brought her to life. Her support to the community really made me feel like everything I was questioning was okay when I didn’t know who to turn to, for this and more I’ll be forever grateful. Rest in Power, Naya.

[porterr-robinson]

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[myoihan]

[shareaquote]

“The sky was the thing I loved the most. In the middle of the night I knew I could always go out on my porch and the starts would be there, shining. The moon would be there, staring back at me, beautiful as ever. Even when the clouds were hovering over my head, I could always count on my night sky, even if I couldn’t see it, I still knew it was there. It was always going to be there. The sky was the thing I loved the most, then you came along. You became my night sky, my moon and all of my stars. Even if I couldn’t see you, I always knew you were there, I always knew I could count on you. You shined as bright as the stars and what you made me feel was greater than all of the constellations up above. When you stared back at me, you were far more beautiful than the moon. And I knew that you were always going to be there. Now, the sky is still one of the things that I love the most, and so are you. Now, when I talk about you, my words turn into constellations.”

— almenotre 

[sparkandashes]

When you say bye, my heart cries...

[poems-of-madness]

“We were young and in love, and very angry. And headstrong. And we fought a lot. And it was passionate. And we forgave each other endlessly. And it felt holy. I never wanted you when you spoke to me with a resentful mouth. But there’s a life in your eyes I am living for. And I make you so angry, you will leave me. And sometimes I hope you do. And I live for you, with a pain in my bones. Like bad milk. I ache for you. I romanticise your realism, but there’s nothing romantic about the way you would like to spend less time with me. Bu we ate chocolate in bed, and we kissed a lot, and you asked me to take my sweatshirt off. And you say sorry and I cry. And you will love me, till I make you angry again.”

— I Am The Sweetest Violence by Royla Asghar 

[shareaquote]

“Read the book that’s best for you. If you’re living with depression, read a novel about depression. If you’re heartbroken, read a novel about unrequited love. If you’re feeling suicidal or hopeless, read a depressing poetry collection, and in a weird way, it’ll give you some hope. And that’s what literature is all about, understanding and knowing that your pain, your suffering is universal.”

— Juansen Dizon, Bibliotherapy

[young-and-bitchy-deactivated202]

my heart: having romantic feelings for someone who doesn’t care for me once again

my brain:

[shimmywritings]

Sleepless

It’s fine if I can’t

Sleep; I hope you dream of me

While I think of you

[bluedusksandpinkdawns]

I’m imagining us, together, in a secluded cabin by the river, rain dancing on the street, on the water, And you’re teaching me to dance and I whisper in your ear –

I picture myself in your arms and the fireworks up high, Silver stars against the violet velvet sky, I can see the kisses and comfort and your hand in mine,

And believe me, in my head I loved you – In my dreams we were all shades of amber and scarlet and rose, The perfect blend of the sunrise.

In my mind we were a happily ever after fairytale,   Golden sunshine and your playful smile, A forever of sonnets and dancing and memories -

Except that we were mismatched and wrong And we never would have made it, However much I wish we could have done –

I was too scared to see what we could have been; Maybe rightly so, I’ve had too many hearts slip through my fingers and shatter, Caused the light to run out of so many people’s eyes -

You smile at me and my heart breaks every time, There’s so much hope, yearning, Your eyes lighting up as if I’m the one you wanted to see -

Please stop, you look so beautiful when you’re wanting me, And I don’t want to fall for another pair of pretty eyes That I know are the windows to someone I can never love.

I’m not sure what I regret more, lying to you or leaving you, All I know is that even if I fell in love with a version of us, It was never the type of love you wanted, you needed, I needed -

Trust me, I’ll hate myself forever for leaving our story unfinished, Closing the pages when we just weren’t ready – I think maybe I do love you, just not quite enough.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wish I could love you But I’ll get claustrophobic and you’ll get destroyed, And even though in my dreams we fall in love, forever –

I know those dreams will have to stay dreams.  - A poem I never should have written and you never should have read.

[luckylluminati]

“Maybe, I really do love you, after all, you’re the face I see when I stand in front of the ocean, you’re the one I miss when I’m busy having fun. You’re the one I look for in a crowded room. You’re the one I keep loving without being loved back. They say to let go, but it feels as if I’m cheating on my own heart if I do. Because you’re what home feels like, and my heart takes comfort in you. So how am I supposed to change the way I love and keep coming back to you, if nothing can change the way I see you?”

[the-teenage-poet]

Don’t sweat it;

Don’t make seas

Out of rivers

For I will lick

The bitter salt

From your lips

But can’t drink

From what will

Slowly kill me.

Still, I’m thirsty for you.

loving only hurts // A.S

[adamantseal]

I dreamt of writing you poems in green ink

hand cramped over the page

as you read over my shoulder

we were travelling again

a bright yellow bus

nothing protecting us from the world

chill air streamed over our faces

by a sea

as deep azure as sky

rippling glasslike

glistening under a tower of clouds and piercing

white sun

we stood to feel the wind

push through our thin clothes

and you laughed

joy hot like a dying star

shone on everyone who saw your face

I don’t know if you remember happiness

any longer than the small miracles of everyday

a cup of tea with honey

a bee woken too early

on a warm spring day

when you are alone

weeping against the nearness

of rushing life

I hope you feel

the warmth of my hand

on your back

my thoughts

never far from you

[moondust-and-dreams]

“I still hear my phone buzz and pick it up at 2am with that small bit of hope left in me thinking that it’s you, telling me that you miss me, that you’re sorry, and that everything is going to be okay again,”

16:10 - It’s never you, and it never will be