solace in the sadness

thoughts from under the moonlight

[remanence-of-love]

[missinyouiskillingme]

“But here I draw the line, I wish you luck in life and goodbye.”

— Ella Henderson, |x|

[daily1975lyrics]

❝but on this shirt i found your smell i just sat there for ages contemplating what to do with myself❞

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— unknown

[r-siken-deactivated20210531]

love from a distance, richard siken

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Khalil Gibran

[futuristic-koala]

[frighteyes]

[mournfulroses]

Elton Glaser, from a poem titled “And In The Afternoons I Botanized,” featured in Parnassus

[frighteyes]

[forevergreenwithenvy]

you see her everywhere,

still as beautiful as snowflakes, still as sweet as popping candy

she’s perfect and intact like nothing has ever damaged her

and when you tell a joke you stole, she laughs the hardest of them all

your sanity becomes a foreign subject around the stardust she is made of

loathing aphrodite for her beauty won’t make you any lovelier

do your eyes meet like two lovers finding each other again?

does it terrify you how familiar it feels?

did her touch bring you back to life, cool down the raging fires in your mind?

her gentle nature frightened you, she saw you as her equal,

and not the brute that you are

it was her world until you tore it apart, you walked all over her like the ground was yours from the start

you see her everywhere but you will never know her,

still as beautiful as a snowstorm, still as sweet as a sugar crash

and she still carries the weight of you, she thought your fire was meant to keep her warm

until it burned her and she became your reflection

loathing aphrodite for her beauty won’t make you any lovelier,

but didn’t it feel easier than breathing?

[thehopefulquotes]

“Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of a natural death.”

— Anais Nin

[resqectable]

“Conditions are never perfect. “Someday” is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you. If it’s important to you, and you want to do it “eventually”, just do it - and correct your course along the way.”

— Tim Ferriss

[perfeqt]

“But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— roach-works

[poetryforall]

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