Reminiscing

sharing my messiness, my heartbreaks, my joys, my scars, my....everything. Especially my lost soul

[dorumoru]

[5tn]

[reminiscingmess]

A love like ours

Is one that’s built not spoken about

Is one that levels and yet also collides

A love like ours

Is one that heals all the broken skin

A love like yours

Is one that wraps the hand around my neck

Is one that leaves black tar in my lungs and livers

A love like yours

Is one that causes such an alarming presence in me

That a love like yours makes me want to end

A love like ours

Is the one thing that gives me hope

[reminiscingmess]

The time is passing by between us

Yesterday felt like a blur, almost as if you didn’t exist and yet you’re still here wanting me

Why do I get the urge to go on with us

And yet sometimes I crave what I rather not state

[poems-and-word]

“She had rooms in her mind that she would not look into.”

— Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose (via books-n-quotes)

[thegoodvybe]

[buttonpoetry]

From Phil Kaye’s book, DATE & TIME.

[thegoodvybe]

[poemswords]

[purplebuddhaquotes]

““At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.””

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[outfit-of-the-day-girls]

[poems-and-word]

[books-n-quotes]

“It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.”

— Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels (via books-n-quotes)

[bnmxfld]

John Green / An Abundance of Katherines

[poems-and-word]

[purplebuddhaquotes]

““It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.””

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[purplebuddhaquotes]

““The classroom was a jail of other people’s interests. The library was open, unending, free.””

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