Just A Little Broken

Eric from California 22 years old Sometimes writes

[poetryisrice]

Your smile is a whispered reflection:

When you smile, I can’t help but smile too-

a louder smile than yours-

not capped on either side of

my lips with the most perfect

parenthesis, dimples carved

on your face like you were born to

smile them into existence.

- E.S.

[happifying-things]

[queenstravelingdarling]

They just wanna see if the other bowls taste different!!

[iguanamouth]

Can you draw a tiny lizard dragon that secretly hoards pennies?

[nightkunoichi-deactivated202111]

I will never not reblog this little cutie

[the-affectionate-boy]

This is pretty adorable, I wonder f this little bugger takes my socks too?.

[boo-ni]

He does take your socks. And he loves them. Very warm.

[poetryisrice]

Dear You,

You are the most beautiful girl I have never met.

I know this will all sound cliché as hell, but I just need the impossible future you to read this one day and know that I’ve always felt this way about you.

In that impossible future, I let you in on how you made a dead scarred tissue of a heart beat faintly again. I tell you how you performed the emotional equivalent of CPR that makes a drowned man cough up death and gasp in oxygenated life. I explain how I had just about given up on having a life full of love only for you to come into my life and give me that and more.

Now, I could go on and on about how your eyes are just the perfect shape and shade of soulful brown; or how my smile mirrors yours, mischievous, mysterious, and magnificent as it is; or how the very thought of you makes me smile a little bit knowing that you make every day worth waking up to.

But.

But in that impossible future, I’ve told you all that and more and you’ve told me the same, because in that impossible future...

we’ve met.

[poetryisrice]

Ramblings of an Incomplete Heart

I doubt anybody comes here and reads anymore but damn...it kinda sucks being single. I mean sure, being single has its perks. Being able to make whatever plans you want, being able to spend all your money on yourself. But...late at night, by yourself, you’re always wondering if there’s anybody out there for you. You’re always wondering if there’s anybody who would go that extra mile for you like you would for her. You’re always wondering how her hand might feel in yours, how her shoulders might feel in your arms, how her lips might mold into your kiss. You wonder if you’re ever going to experience that shit, that shit that makes your world spin on its head and make time stand still for seemingly hours of just reveling in the fact that you’re loved and appreciated as much as you love and appreciate. And when that one girl comes back into your life, the one you’ve always thought about...you gotta wonder why she doesn’t feel the same. Or maybe she does and just isn’t ready for you yet. You gotta wonder how the hell you let her hand slip from your fingers as she moved on from you years ago. You wonder about the what-ifs. God damn S, I want to try us out again but....now things are a little bit different. You’re busy, you’re in acting school, I’m busy, I have work. But damnit to hell and back if those flames aren’t still flickering. I love every minuscule detail about you- your eyes sparkle with the child-like innocence you still possess deep inside and yearn to explore. Your dainty fingers that I just know interlock between my own just right. Your lips, oh your lips, sensual and curving at just the right angle, like Cupid’s bow, just waiting for my kiss. Rudy Francisco once wrote: “She had a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say ‘God damn’”...and god damn indeed, S, I can feel heaven’s aura surrounding your every word and every eyebrow raise, and every angelic smile of yours. You make an atheist like me think to myself: “there can’t be a God except...well, except you exist.”

[madelinescatharsis]

I loved you in ways we only read about in poems.

~ What I never told you.

[goodquoteco]

A lover doesn’t discourage your growth. a lover says, ⠀ ⠀ ‘I see who you are today, I cannot wait to see who you become tomorrow’

Donte Collins (via moaka)

[mementt0mori-deactivated2020051]

“Making someone laugh after they’ve just finished crying, is one of the most painfully beautiful things to ever exist.”

[wnq-writers]

1. Time does not heal. Time makes you forget and does a good job of making memories blurry. Take healing into your own hands - don’t wait for someone else to do it. 2. Do not waste your I love you’s. The more you flaunt the word around to people you’ve just met and early lovers, the less it will mean when love really hits. 3. Create a list of things you want to do in life. I’m not talking about going to see the northern lights or visiting Hawaii. The little things that can be easy to accomplish such as: trying caviar, painting your room, and trying that new sushi place. Checking off the little things in life is the best self-esteem boost. 4. Always take the high road. If you’re working with rude people or someone has done wrong to you, do not stoop to their level. What’s goes around will come back around. Trust me. 5. Offer to help. People appreciate someone that genuinely wants to give a helping hand whether it’s setting the table or carrying heavy boxes. 6. Stop being hard on yourself. Who cares if you did not get an A on that test? Does it matter if you embarrassed yourself at lunch the other day? Move on. We’re only human. 7. Read more. 8. Be open minded. People who can not see past their own opinions do not go anywhere in life. 9. Accept your flaws. 10. Invest in yourself. Buy yourself that new art set, or new shoes, or order some good take out. The little things in life are often over looked, but they add up in the best ways.

aberrantangst  (via wnq-writers)

[poetryisrice]

You take my breath away just long enough to put a second syllable in the word "damn".

E.S.

[poetryisrice]

I honestly only drink with friends or when I'm sad. First sober New Years in 3 years...progress? 🤔

[poetryisrice]

My Christmas List:

- You

- th-th-that's all, folks

[poetryisrice]

you know when there's someone who you think seems really great and you love their work and they're unbelievably cool but they live on the other side of the world and you're never going to be the girl they write poems about or wake up next to in the morning when the world is hazy and kisses taste like coffee and you'll never have that because they don't know who you are and never will? and you've never seen their face but you've fallen in love with their words?

Lowkey story of my life anon except with a girl :’)

[poetryisrice]

I fell for the way your dimples form parenthesis around your smile, as if your happiness was a secret to all but those close enough to read your lips.

- E.S.

[poetryisrice]

Sometimes I wonder if the dotted lines I had mindlessly traced with a pencil as a toddler were a premonition of the dotted lines I can all but see on my wrists when loneliness stabs into my soul

E.S.

[poetryisrice]

An Unsent Letter to You

Dear you,

I love you. I can’t for the life of me tell you when, or how, or where it happened. But I love you. Your every quirk makes me smile, and every little smile of yours starts melting the chains surrounding my heart. Because, you see, I wasn’t always one to love from the shadows. I used to crow my feelings out the moment I caught myself staring at someone for a second too long, or when I’d go the extra mile just to make someone smile.

But I learned. I learned that not everyone appreciates me giving a little bit of myself to them and hoping they don’t crush it and my hopes along with it. I learned that keeping the doors of my heart wide open for any beautiful soul to come read like a third grade show and tell art show makes me vulnerable to pain, to hurt. I learned that the only way to live in this hard world is by shutting my heart out and squeezing my emotions in with the one muscle I can prevent people from seeing by just ignoring the impulses that come out of it. Like “hey, you look beautiful today”, or “hey, your dimple makes my lips soften and my eyes widen in a way that hasn’t happened since I saw a sunrise atop a volcano in Hawaii five years ago”, or “hey, I love you”. Because you see, I know you’re taken. I know you hold someone else in your heart just as I hold you in mine, and I know he makes you happy.

And so I can do nothing but love you from the shadows, and hope one day, just maybe, you can see your reflection in my eyes, and see how damn much I love you. Maybe it’ll be enough for me to unchain the shackles that bind the doors to my heart together. Maybe it’ll be enough for me to send this letter to you.

From, Me

[poetryisrice]

Her hair frames her eyes like my curtains frame the sunrise- in a way that makes me smell the sound of dew droplets falling from blades of grass, one eternity at a time.