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@seawavings
Iâm not even crying. I just feel like I canât even breathe. Iâm suffocating. I feel like the walls are closing in and my heart is being squeezed too tight. Because sheâs gone and sheâs never coming back and I donât know what the hell Iâm going to do.
-now that sheâs gone
I found this and it reminded me of us.
It could be your written words about me because this is definitely how we feel.
Iâm not searching for my other half because Iâm not a half.
Realizing this is one of the things that made the biggest difference in my life, not just in my relationships. (via plathandstone)
His throat tastes like late summer and blooms like blood.
-Â excerpt of Ghost Town Romance, published in A Hundred Forevers | r.m
I will never turn down my ambition because someone else is uncomfortable with the volume.
Secrets of Slytherin no.50 (via secretsofslytherin)
Write beautifully what people donât want to hear.
Frederick Seidel (via pre-party)
Blue
She takes her daughterâs hand, Hoping theyâll find a home, And desiring a place to stand, in this fire an old friend fanned.
Her daughterâs face is unknowing, just seeking, She doesnât know that the path will be long, And her eyes are barely blinking.
Her daughter doesnât notice that her feet are bare, Only that the leaves are cold, And the pine needles are stuck in her hair.
Her wish is for them to find a space, A cabin with blankets and warmth, A place with a warm embrace.
But the cabin keeps moving, Itâs getting harder to find, And the silence is unnerving.
The cabin wasnât real, It was a trick of the flames, And she looks down at the feet she can barely feel.
She instructs her daughter to wait, Looks into those big brown eyes, And tells her He is stronger than fate.
The flames wonât consume them, Though theyâll leave scars, But those they can overcome.
The flames will die, The scars will fade, And one day they will look up at the sky.
The promises will come true, Their feet will have shoes, And the cabin will be blue.
s. n. dreams (Written and submitted by @storrynightdreams)
Literature is the most sophisticated form of insanity.
- 20. 08. 17 (via kestrel-of-herran)
MC 7/3/17
So many people. So many places. So many smiles, And innocent faces.
Different lives We lead. Different tears We shed. Different stories We hold onto, While slipping Off to bed.
Whoâs right in the end. Whoâs got the strong leg. Depends on how You view life, On what you believe in.
but sweetheart, I know where I want to be
I want to live in a sleepy town so I can dream at a decent hour to be in a different state so I can escape the map lines of my mind to give you a new reason so we can find words that bring us back to life
Iâve taken things too far & some things took me to a place I never thought I would see
sometimes I just want to rip off my face & find another one you could fall in love with but then my son would never know whose chin he has
sometimes I just want to get drunk again get high again so I canât remember what your smile looked like & how I felt when I twisted it
I want to remember so I canât do it again
I want you to remember how we held hands
when our words were invincible
life is easier to take when it isnât taking you & Iâm not sure
where Iâm going
my heart is soft, my past is rough.
Lana Del Rey, âBeautiful People, Beautiful Problems,â Album: Lust for Life (via lanadelreylyric)
God, I hate the word âifâ. I hate how easily it goes with the word âwhatâ. âWhat ifâ this. âWhat ifâ that. âWhat if it happened differently.â âWhat if they fell in loveâ It only creates a world of paradoxes. Our minds start trailing the fables we create in our minds down the rabbit hole. We slip out of reality thinking that the âwhat ifâsâ could create a better one. What if it did happen differently and instead of him breaking you, you broke him. What if he wouldnât be as strong as you. What if it was him who was ruined. What if he couldnât live with the pain. What if they did fall in love, only to fall right back out of it. What if they never found anyone else because they spent too much time in love with the wrong person. What and if is the worst possible combination of words to ever grace the English language.
