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Welcome to my wild and whispering world🌷

[quietchaoswords]

you can win over everyone, except the one you want to win.

[quietchaoswords]

And nothing makes me more weak than falling in loveeeeeeeee<3

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.

k.b. // unknown

[melanch-oholic]

!!!!!

[anirregularperson]

Dreams for an Insomniac.

[cowboyhatesithere]

the uncontrollable urge to know how people describe me to others

[ashstfu]

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

[why-does-nobody-expect]

The word nostalgia comes from greek words nostos and algos which mean home and pain respectively. I think that the attachment this word has to pain has been forgotten in the modern day which leaves people wondering why their memories hurt them. Nostalgia is the memory of something, someone, or sometime that can never be had again. It is an ache in the soul for something never reclaimed

[quietchaoswords]

If life is the art of letting go, then someday I’ll be Leonardo da Vinci.

[quietchaoswords]

How people go from talking from morning to night to not talking for months or even years??

and you still think about them sometimes, don’t you?

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

you want poetry then you've got to get upset, get angry, fall in love, cry harder than you ever have, reach your hand into your own chest and pull out the words for it all. it will hurt, but that is all poetry really is.

[quietchaoswords]

The feminine urge to be that girl the 'tere naina' songs are about.

[quietchaoswords]

Lately I'm realizing,

How weird is it —

the people you once loved talking to

now leave you completely drained.

[loveisforthefreakss]

"yo bro who got you smiling like that?" my delusions.

[quietchaoswords]

Of all sad words of tongue or pen,

The saddest are these: "It might have been."

— John Greenleaf Whittier

(Read in Anne of Avonlea)

[quietchaoswords]

Voices in my head shouldn’t come out.

This samaj will officially declare me depressed.

[quietchaoswords]

The urge to have someone who hears every voice in my head.

[quietchaoswords]

I’m sunshine and midnight rain.

I hold on to people even when it hurts.

I love with all my heart — but sometimes I need space to breathe.

I’m a soft pie and a sharp knife.

A calm spring morning. And a starry sky.

[quietchaoswords]

I'm in love with a fairytale

Even though it hurts

'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind

I'm already cursed.