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Time goes on...bitches get better -RPDR 24 | amateur writer | call me L

[rainydaysandcoffeecups]

-ghost-

I wish you cared.

I wish you realized.

That the silence is deafening and cracking everything inside.

Do I even matter anymore?

Or do I not?

Our last conversation was completely normal....or so I thought.

Now I’m left with what I feared most.

The man I love so deeply....is now a ghost

[rainydaysandcoffeecups]

Fate, Destiny, Coincidence.....screw them.

The worst thing you can do is allow two people to meet. And allow one to fall in love. To give them the love that is earth shattering. Soul soothing type of love. A love that brings peace and comfort but also frustration. A love that you write sonnets, songs, poetry about. The one that is the basis of every rom com and Nicholas sparks ideal. But also a love she feels is worth fighting for. One she wants so badly to become real and to work.

And then you take it away before it happens. You give the build up and then hit pause, remove the tape and return it to blockbuster. You stop it before it starts. Cut to black it’s over. That’s the worst thing.

You allow the love to grow. For her to feel. For everything to mean so much. Little ideas fill her head and it’s a terrible high she has to come crashing down from. One that breaks her but she still believes it can happen. That this Love is her destiny. That it’s still fate. That it’s a love thousands of years old.

So screw you fate. Screw you destiny. Fuck coincidence. Because this girl loves him with a love that shatters her and puts her back together.

[rainydaysandcoffeecups]

Why is it that I stare at a sunny day but dream of star filled skies? To feel content staring at the trees bathed in the muted hues of moonlight & darkness. I feel so small yet so endless, gazing at the twinkling stars that are ages away. Feel the slight chill in the air and pull of the moon? The vast cosmic beauty simply astounds me with the endless galaxies and their brilliant shades of bright colors. We believe we know all their true wonder but only know a mere fraction of their complexity. It is but a mystery that feeds a curious mind like mine

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Remember the haunting tales told around a fire? The calling of the wind? The Forrests always holding the melancholy moans of lurking ghosts. The witches cackling at twilight. Wolves lurking hiding behind their howls. The horror stories that cause you skin to erupt in goosebumps. Then the silence that consumes you. Suddenly it’s not the invisible storybook monsters we fear but the ones that lurk in the corners of our minds.

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Shipwrecks

Do you know what’s beautiful in its own haunting way? Shipwrecks. A once powerful thing now lies on the ocean floor. So many stories sink with them but we triumph in the ones that live on. The factual ones used for knowledge. The fables and folklore passed down generations. The ones about pirates sailing the seven seas and the legends they leave in their wake. Shipwrecks don’t just sink souls at sea but also capture the souls on land.

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Needles & Ink

Words and pictures inked into our skin as of simply written on a page. Memories become immortalized forever. We ourselves become walking galleries of our design. Beginning chapters or remembering those which have passed. To feel the calming buzz of the needle and sting it brings. The sheer wonder of our skin being etched forever. Some call it a regret but for me it’s simply needles and ink...

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Easy smiles hiding a guarded heart. She trusts so easily with many second chances. Always brushing it aside with a well placed smile and gentle hug. Becoming close and allowing the wicked flames of betrayal to kiss her skin. Always friends muttered among the apologies. Watching them crumble around her feet. While standing among the rubble she realizes the ones who helped build her foundation are those who truly matter.

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Why am I not the sun so everyone might love me? The stars so everyone wishes upon me. To be the Earth so everyone sees me as full of life. To known like Saturn for its rings or Jupiter for its astounding size?

Dear sweet child don’t you see? You are the moon my love, everchanging yet always constant. You give them light on their darkest days. The world is bathed in your gorgeous hues and the waters shimmers with its beauty. You may not be the Stars, the Earth or the Sun my love. But you are so precious for being the moon.

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Beauty in the storm

Shades of grey color the sky outside. Distant whispers of howling wind coax me to the window. I gaze outside and whisper the beautiful power of Mother Nature. Have you ever closed your eyes and felt the rumble of the thunder? Sat in silence and felt the thrill of seeing lightening crack open the sky? I want to be drenched in the water pouring down. Looking past what is feared to see the beauty and strength underneath it.

[rainydaysandcoffeecups]

Collections of vibrations forming sounds that course through us like our very life. The notes and words striking their own chords with our very souls. The upbeat fast paced sounds of summer air, filling the room as we all dance. The sorrow filled heartbreaking ballads making us miss those we never had. The mindless chords moving with us on a long night drive. Music shapes our souls into what they are. It gives us joy yet can move us to tears. Greatly profound and beautifully subtle. It lives within us breathing the same air we do. It’s made a home in our souls.

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I honestly forget I have this blog so I’m back bitches

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Since tumblrs a shit show now might as well bring this random ass blog back.

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Give me

Give me the dark before you give me the light. I thrive off it. Give me the imperfections instead of the perfect I adore them. Show me your quirks and struggles so I can show you their beauty. Don’t send me your Instagram best but instead spam me with the 50 selfies it took you to get there. I want your rough edges, your pictures colored outside the lines. I want the you not everyone gets to see. Let me show you how amazing you are for being merely you. Let me show you that your my sun and love I’ll be your moon.

Give me your love so I can give you mine....

[rainydaysandcoffeecups]

Long drives, rainy weather and a good book

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I've said it once and I'll say it again. All my life quotes shall now come solely from the queens on Rupauls Drag Race.

[victorsatoru]

Grandma… It’s me, Anastasia!

[thatidomagirl]

I hate you all

[ultralaser]

gandalf wins for dramatically removing his cape to reveal a second cape.

[the-enchanted-storybook]

Derelict Gothic Abbey ~ Jorge Carlos Gonzalez