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there’s things i wanna say to you but i’ll just write them on here instead

[achillesinhighheels]

[bluevelvia]

Holly Black, The Prisoner's Throne

[bonivers]

beautiful day to think about what you had and can no longer have

[blanketforcas]

you must remember that you're gonna continue to find things (art, nature, people, etc) that amaze you and ground you and you're gonna be glad to be alive to experience it

[ethelcainlovebot]

- Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

[oceanskiees]

I am time's victim

It escapes me similar to how water does when I reach for it

It quickly glides through my fingers as I desperately try to hold onto my memories of you

Attempting to preserve the memory of us

Attempting to keep you alive somewhere inside my mind

I am time’s victim, you see

Because I sense it slipping away from me, slowly and merciless

I can’t recall the warmth behind your dark yet comforting eyes

Or the tenderness of your lips when they grazed my skin

I can’t relive how it felt to lay in your hold

And oh how I detest that I can’t remember the sweet melody that was once your voice

Because time has deceived me

I therefore lie in bed fearful of what my future may hold

I'm terrified that your existence won’t live in my mind anymore

And yet again, I’ll find myself the victim of time and its heinous crime

When someone asks me what my biggest fear is, I’ll sigh and say forgetting you

[bakwaaas]

[vexheart]

[stuckinapril]

i’d say the best thing i have learned this year is to just let people be who they naturally are. no psychoanalyzing them, no overthinking my actions, no asking what i could possibly do to keep their presence in my life. i just bring my best self to the table and always move from a place of love and respect. how that person responds is ultimately up to them. if that causes them to exit my life, i just let it happen. i will never be in the business of changing people. people are only ever ready to change when they’ve made the conscious decision to. all i can do is check myself and be kind always.

[our--impossible--love]

[poet4days]

[5555ilenthill]

[oceanskiees]

I’m gonna be honest, it’s not often that I find myself eager to write about love. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp.Just to show me how painful love can be. Sometimes my pencils break just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned. I heard love is blind so I write all my poems in Braille. My poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I’ve always believed real love is kinda like a supermodel before she’s airbrushed, it’s pure and imperfect just the way God intended. Im gonna be honest, I’m not much of a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I was gonna write about love.. my first poem, it would be about you.

About how I love you the same way I learned how to ride a bike; scared but reckless. With no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.

I’m gonna be honest, I’m not much of a love poet. But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window. You see I’ve written a million poems hoping that somehow, maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me.

You see, I’m not much of a love poet but if I was I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful even on days when everything around you is ugly. I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violen strings that play symphonies every time you blink . If I was a love poet I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture every-time I hear the vibration in your voice and whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart plays hopscotch inside of my chest, it climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again. I know it’s gonna sound weird, but sometimes I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs just so I would never have to spend an entire day without you.

I swear I’m usually not a love poet, but if I was to wake up tomorrow morning, and decide that I was gonna write about love,my first poem.. it would be about you.

From “if I was a love poet” -Rudy Francisco <3

[twinnedpeaks]

journal, august 1st

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

your only job on this earth is to be so intrinsically yourself that the right people gravitate toward you and the wrong people move out of your way

[rbhvleo]

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[swarnpert]

avril lavigne was right. what the hell