gone beyond repair

//poetry//

[motojane]

[l3que-blog]

This appeared on my page-

WTF THIS IS ACCURATE.

[suqquubus-deactivated20260513]

[words-at-night]

[poetrypug]

I am so terrified I'll never find someone who fits so perfectly with me. The only person who picks me up in a hug wordlessly. The one whose feet seem to dance with mine when we're pressed against each other. The one who, after everything, will always open his door for me. You still show up in all of my dreams. It's like we never left. I'll always search for you

[notesoutofmymind]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”

[daily-spooky]

[kharacore]

jenny holzer

[stay-close]

“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”

— Unknown

[melancholly-me]

Me too…

[apriljinxed]

What if we did choose forever?

I want to lay in the dark with you

Across from the sweet exhale of your breath

& whisper secrets into the sparkling stars in your eyes

You hold my hand

& it helps me remember

That life is so much more than a collection of patchwork scars

When our voices mingle in moonlight

I know you’re meant to be mine

In heavenly body, in tender hearted soul

I wish I could show you everything I see

I wish I could put my heart in your chest

So you could feel the way I thunder for you

This sacred gift of kismet

A perfect galaxy of nows

I know you’re the love of my life

& in this version of forever

I’ll keep choosing you.

[paracosmoon]

[maybe-itsforthebest]

- j (x)

[iwasthesword]

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[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Beau Taplin

[metamorphesque]

Wendy Cope, From June to December: Summer Villanelle

[oblitarumnm-deactivated20230712]

“Don't be in a hurry to love me. Don't spill all your love on me so quickly, because hurried loves leak through the fingers to the ground. They sweeten beyond what we can bear and make us sick, craving a pinch of salt. So if you're going to love me anyway, love me slowly. Love me in detail, in consistency, just a little bit every day, and for the rest of our lives.”

— Letters to my last love.

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{ quotes: I.B.Vyache+these violent delights by micah nemerever/motional motion sickness, phoebe bridgers/anais nin/Sufjan Stevens/uk/Bluets, Maggie Nelson/Albert campus//photos:pinintrest }

To that stupid naive girl I fell in love with I stil check for a good morning text from you and every morning I cry a little inside for it.