NeilCasalme

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[neilcasalme]

[neilcasalme]

The way you smile brings out the sun, and its been stormy lately.

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[neilcasalme]

I can't help but run my fingers through your hair as if I'm flipping through the pages of my favourite book. I can read you, but I can't understand you, and that mesmerizes me. I've never once misunderstood a book after reading it, but for once I can't even grasp a simple understanding of you. It's as if you like being read but don't like the person holding the book. The pages are heavy with the weight of emotion coloured ink; and for every page I read, the more ink just bled from my soul. With that I abruptly reach the end of the book. I look at my hands and I'm in awe for I have a quill and a jar of ink that can be refilled with the very thought of you. Now the question is, do I leave it as a cliffhanger, or will you let me finish the book?

[neilcasalme]

Your words are roses. Though they may be this beautiful flower, there are thorns that dig into your skin. The type of wound that is so deep it hurts to even listen to your words. But I keep the plant seeded just because its you who planted them.

[neilcasalme]

You are a cigarette and I’m tired of fresh air.

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[neilcasalme]

Your eyes are like the keepers of time, every moment I take a glimpse, my world seems to freeze.

[neilcasalme]

You know what the best decision is, why do you stray from it?

[neilcasalme]

The stars come out just to see you, and they smile down at you to try to grab your attention; so maybe you could notice them for once. 

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[moonlyaffairs]

Stop pouring your heart out To boys With bucket-shaped hearts, Which are already Filled to the brim With the rainstorms Of other girls.

Zienab Hamdan - It’s a cliche, but you’re better than that. (via moonlyaffairs)

[wnq-writers]

She no longer cared if she had a heart or a hole, she no longer cared if she was whole or hollow, she just wanted to move on with whatever she had become and find life somewhere else.

VàZaki Nada (via wnq-writers)

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