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[poemswords]

[blackcoffee-speysidewhisky]

And so he became home. Because I realized something through it all, that yes, you lose a whole hell of a lot of people throughout this life, more than you’ll ever want. One right after the other, each person walks into your heart, makes you believe - believe in them, and one day, one day it all just stop. And when they finally leave, they all seem to take a piece of you with them. Now you’re left with nothing but empty scars and holes reminding you of those you once loved. But then one person comes along, and you tell yourself that this time you want your walls all the way up, higher than ever before. You don’t want to let him in, having to clean up another mess, and beating yourself down when he leaves - just like the rest of them. But what if this one stays? What if you’re the one who was wrong about him and you kept all those walls up for nothing? He became home because he taught me to love again. He filled all my holes, mended every scar, and made my heart whole again. He was the one to love me.

c.f. // “don’t let me down” (via flannelsandthecoffeebar)

[blackcoffee-speysidewhisky]

I wrote things about you because you gave me the slightest bit of hope in this world, that despite the hurricane, there’s some good in this life. I wrote things about you because you gave me a little bit of love, or at least what I thought was love, and I wanted so much more. I wrote things about you because I wanted you to be different, I wanted you to give me the love that I gave you, I wanted you to stay… But like all things in this life, the truth starts unraveling and all of sudden it hits you like a freight train - what was once there might’ve been just your imagination this whole entire time. And you feel foolish, because you gave your all and he gave you nothing. And so I still write things about you, not because I still love you, but because I remember what it felt like to have someone drown you, scratching at the air just to catch a breath without even laying a finger on you. I remember what it felt like having all this faith in the world, but slowly one by one, physically seeing it start to get smaller and smaller until it’s just a piece of dust sitting in the middle of your palm. I remember what it felt like to see the light in your eyes, what it felt like to hear all those never ending promises, what it felt like to be loved. And I remember how you left; not a word, not a sound, just footsteps out the door leaving me with a burning throat and cracks in my heart to carry on with. Yeah I remember all of that. Doesn’t mean I love you, doesn’t mean I still want you. It just means you let me live, and it just means that I know how to survive when people like you come around next time.

c.f. // “i don’t love you anymore, but you’ll always carry a piece of me with you” (via flannelsandthecoffeebar)

[dangerly]

[20somethingandstilllost]

Not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what they’ve given us.

Emery Allen (via 20somethingandstilllost)

[remanence-of-love]

I believe everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they are right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.

(via remanence-of-love)

[wnq-writers]

You’ll eventually understand why every choice you made in life was the right choice because every path you took lead you to this moment. And you are now and always forever broken, forever becoming, and forever changed.

Juansen Dizon, The Butterfly Effect (via wnq-writers)

We’re all scared most of the time. Life would be lifeless if we weren’t. Be scared, and then jump into that fear. Again and again. Just remember to hold on to yourself while you do it.

[ruefulcomfort]

Emma Hooper, Etta and Otto and Russell and James (via books-n-quotes)

[recked]

Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures. No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.

[ruefulcomfort]

Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me (via books-n-quotes)

[kushandwizdom]

[endlessunicornsauce]

Time so easily manages to slip through fingers, always chasing after something out of reach. Moving forward may be hard, but it’s the looking back that pains. Fuel can catch fire as easily as it motivates, so darling, please don’t get caught up in flames

@endlessunicornsauce (via endlessunicornsauce)

[dead--arms]

[wordsnquotes]

I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.

Nikita Gill, Girls Made of Fire (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

Most cannot endure a love like hers. She holds a certain power that most do not possess. She is the fire that burns as the rain pours, And the rainbow that radiates after the storm has passed. She is the seed that flourishes in your heart after she is long gone. The love she plants in you can never be forgotten. She has fought many battles and has walked away without a scratch, Never broken but forever evolving. Her resilience knows no limit, And her strength has no boundaries. No one could ever prepare for the beauty inside her chaos. Roses blossom on the scars in her soul. She cannot be restrained nor kept caged She demands to be felt And in all of her flaws and imperfections she will be felt. She is every bit of worthy She is as raw as is it gets.

jadore06 (via wnq-writers)

[abduction]

[books-n-quotes]

I couldn’t help wondering if that was what God put me on Earth for - to find out how much a [person] could take without breaking.

Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions (via books-n-quotes)