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sunset enthusiast

[wnq-writers]

You’re off creating new memories, but all I ever seem to remember is you.

over-complicated

(via wnq-writers)

[bee-the-poet]

I missed you once, once you missed I. I lived inside hearts, hearts inside, lived I. You were gone come morning; morning came, gone were you. not missing someone is torture, torture is someone not missing you.

November 21 2015. xx (via bee-the-poet)

[wnq-writers]

They say I’m just in love with the idea of you but they don’t know I’ve gone beyond that.

Maram Rimawi  (via wnq-writers)

[sailinq]

I'd be lying if I said

I didn't imagine us

sitting under the stars

on a cool summer night

hands intwined,

breathing in sync,

nothing next to me but

a lovely heartbeat.

[wordsnquotes]

I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here.

L.M. Dorsey, “She Is Made of Chalk” (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

I don’t want to talk about you in the past tense.

darencolbert  (via wnq-writers)

[bluntsnbootyy]

I am a museum full of art but you had your eyes shut

Rupi Kaur (via bluntsnbootyy)

[kamoetry]

Her good morning texts always had a little more love in them, like she knew I take my tea with honey to start the day off sweet.

“Honey”

3/365 • © K.V.

Writing From the Ashes series

(via kamoetry)

[words-in-raindrops]

Perhaps in closing my eyes you’ll disappear and not see me cry over something so trivial as you

crushes are called that because they crush you… (via words-in-raindrops)

[queen-of-complaining]

I never thought I’ll find myself writing putting on paper something that sounds so poetic in my head but disappears the moment my fingers touch the pen

me (via queen-of-complaining)

[theartofsmiles]

I want to look out a rainy window onto a crowded high street. I want to see the busy life of people outside. I want to fall in love with a latte in my hand and a book under my nose.

My December journal (via theartofsmiles)

[brindille-fille-blog]

You have kind eyes. The kind Of Eyes that I want to sip From a coffee mug. The kind Of Eyes that I want to Sprinkle with sugar And see shine. The kind Of Cappuccino warm Eyes That melt My icy blues.

b.m. (via brindille-fille)

[sailinq]

not anymore

eyes so wide they cut like knives,

like the way my heart fell apart,

with every little start.

you take

more and more

leaving me with nothing,

feeling nothing.

[sailinq]

leave me

my head

is pounding with ideas

forming them into words

is the hardest part.

though I try

but when it comes to an end

it’s all in my head

because those words

are pointless without a pen

don't you see

that you're my pen.

without you,

everything is left unsaid.

[sailinq]

the only home i know

I'm afraid of the words

I think you'll say,

not the ones you don't

because I fear that one day you'll

leave me

and I'll have no place

to call home.

[fluorsent]

[heartbreakhur]