now time runs through my hands like the strands of your hair used to.
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@rum-wolves
now time runs through my hands like the strands of your hair used to.
r.w. #18
i engraved your kisses into my skin and there’s still warmth in every spot your lips have ever touched.
r.w. #17
Have you ever wanted to save someone from their own darkness so badly that you are willing to set yourself on fire just to light the way? Even if it melts your flesh and cracks your bones, you’d be okay with keeping them warm.
Odett G. (via cyanidememories)
i wear my ever constant broken heart on my cheek and my sleeve
i wear my sadness around my neck like a medal
on my head like a crown, head held high because
carrying it this far is my proudest achievement
and i want the world to see and stand in awe
but oh what a shame
that it works just like a warning sign as well
and i can’t blame them for running
how did the sky look?
i’m asking you because i can’t see anything through the clouds in my brain. what did it look like when we were standing beneath it?
i want you to describe it to me with utmost precision, so that i can paint a picture of it in my mind and talk to you about it, pretending that there are no clouds and that i can see it with my own eyes.
don't touch me gently, don't treat me kindly, i can't accept that kind of love.
r.w. #16
fate kept us apart until the time was right for us to meet but it wasn’t right for us to stay and maybe that's the tragic thing about us.
r.w. #15
do we write vivid poetry to cover up the truth?
r.w. #14
If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via fitzgeraldquotes)
i can’t face these demons in daylight so i needed you to understand the burden and my dependence while it was still dark out. i’m not sure you did.
r.w. #13
all things break and humans have the tendency to do the same.
r.w. #12
and we drove out of the city to see the stars but there were too many oh so dark clouds god i really needed to wish on a shooting star so badly because you were not in love with me anymore.
r.w. #11
that's the funny thing, you see? sometimes you lie to yourself so much that you end up believing it.
r.w. #10
he drinks it in when the star bursts. the light is blinding, but he doesn’t turn away, couldn’t. it’s ethereal, like there’s peace in the few heartbeats that it lasts. for once, the cold leaves his bones and armitage hux burns.
cold space | armitage hux #3
it's okay to hold your own hand in those lonely nights
r.w. #9
the universe kept spinning and she got lost in his everchanging constellations.
r.w. #8
does he breathe the same air as you do, when you are meeting him in your dreams?
r.w. #7