cosmos

99 | Art | Poem | Photography | Coffee

[occulta-verba]

Cup of Coffee

Morning breeze touched my skin

When I started drinking my coffee

Looking at the sky

Sitting next to you is my favorite part

I looked at you when the sun starts to rise

When the sunlight hits your face

I swear to God

I know I'm in a big trouble

Every time I look into your eyes

I found my self falling, falling deeply in love with you

And there's no way out of here

So I think I just keep on falling deeply for you

A smile creeps on my face

Having coffee with you is also my favorite part

Watching the sun to finally rise

While finishing our cup of coffee

Every morning reminds me of you

Every coffee I take reminds me of you

You're the coffee in my every morning

You're my daily dose of caffeine, I love you

-pat

[enii]

I'm so lucky💕

[occulta-verba]

my mikmik 💛

[guzgecesi]

[worthless-misery]

Dear diary...

I'm so tired of ruining everything. I'm so tired of being such a burden. I'm so tired of always giving people a reason to hate me.

I'm so tired of myself.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.”

— Jack Gilbert

[paper-wounds]

[terrorignitis]

Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction

[inkcobwebs]

i am not meant for casual i was born for soul crushing devotion

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚

[worthless-misery]

Dear diary...

Maybe I was only meant for pain. Maybe that's all there is for me.

[worthless-misery]

Dear diary...

Every day that passes is just another battle against myself...

I'm tired...

[sterolinelovr]

“It’s easy to love someone when times are good. Real love is about holding on to one another when times aren’t.”

—Timid, Devney Perry

[oldwinesoul]

“I'm almost never serious, and I'm always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I'm like a collection of paradoxes.”

[cannibalchicken]

[thepersonalquotes]

[wallflowerjill1]

Things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realize that no matter what gets damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully.

~Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

[janacademia]

I crave you in the most innocent ways.

your touch

(you don't need to hold me in your arms just nudge me from time to time so I know you're still there)

your words

(no grand speeches or pre planned words I love it when you speak, just anything from your heart)

your smile

(when you smile at me my whole world stops to look at you and smile back)

your jokes

(the way you make me laugh.)

your being

(just the feeling of you being beside me fills my heart)

How you smell like the stars and look at me with eyes full of sea dust

[occulta-verba]