· Please Find Me ·

No one will know these words like you would... I just wonder if one day, you'll see them.

[poetically-misunderstood]

Every day, I still hope to see your name pop up on my notification bar as My Baby Boy is typing...

[poetically-misunderstood]

When I told you, I was scared of losing you, I didnt want to make you uncomfortable because you dont quite know how you feel about us

I said it because if i learned anything is, you never really know how much time you have with someone. If I learned anything is that just because youre in tip top shape, healthy and mighty doesn't guarantee you wont meet death's welcoming hand.

You never know when you will hear from someone. Thats what life has taught me. I'm sorry

[thoughtkick]

“I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong.”

— Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning

[thoughtkick]

“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider.”

— Timothy Leary

[thoughtkick]

“If you care about someone, you’d be honest with them about everything no matter what it is.”

— Unknown

[poetically-misunderstood]

I'm always scared that one day someone I love will wake up

And realize, I'm not really worth their time

And leave me behind.

[thoughtkick]

“Maybe we are broken. But we put ourselves back together. We survived. That’s what makes us so powerful.”

— V.E. Schwab, Vengeful

[poetically-misunderstood]

I'm terrified for the day you ask how I truly feel about you because there isnt a single combination of words to describe how you make me feel.

There are days I'd give anything to hold you when I feel the heaviness of the world pressing down on my chest

There are memories of you plastered on the walls of my brain where it's you mid laugh, the large, loud ones that envelope you in its power.

There are the ghosts of our first kiss when you stare at me, your eyes wide and nervous. It was a quick little peck, but I swear that moment last forever, and I still never wanted it to end.

There's the voice belonging to you my ears always listen for, even knowing you're nowhere near me.

There are moments I roll my eyes in annoyance at how someone can be so cute like you but still so damn stubborn.

There are nights, I cry because you seem too good to be true, and I get scared that somehow, I'd lose you and I won't feel this way again.

And there is so much more, and I don't know how to put them in a semi-coherent sentence. I'd just look at you, and get lost in all the blessing you gave me.

[poetically-misunderstood]

I wish I can say I took all the chance to say I love you,

But the words got caught in my throat

And they burned heavily to keep inside.

I wish I wasn't scared to tell you.

I'm just worried to use all of them up since i used so many before I came across you.

Now, I want to be careful when I tell you. It has to be the perfect time.

It has to be.

[normlos]

[thoughtkick]

“I thought, lying there, that I might love him for the rest of my life. We did love each other—maybe we never said it, and maybe love was never something we were in, but it was something I felt. I loved him, and I thought, maybe I will never see him again, and I’ll be stuck missing him, and isn’t that so terrible.”

— John Green, Turtles All The Way Down

[rainie-is-seasonchange]

The milky way.

Joshua tree national park, California.

[radarman1946-deactivated2014072]

[the-wolf-and-moon]

N11, Star Clouds

[poetically-misunderstood]

Depression isn't a darkness swallowing you whole all at once.

It's it taking a piece of you one at a time so you still feel everything as you slowly lose yourself and peace of mind. Just so you're aware you're losing the battle, and you let it happen because you have absolutely no strength to stop it.

[stephenstilwell-deactivated2021]

“she was silently in pain, but her mind was screaming “help me.””

— s.s. (stephenstilwell)

[poetically-misunderstood]

Change is inevitable, some would say.  Just as much as the destruction and oblivion of all our stories

excerpts from my unfinished works  (poetically-misunderstood)