Yes, me first.

Serena. Virgo. Rooster. "this is as much as I've heard, and as much as I know."

[wordswritteninsilence]

no matter the colour of the sunsets we shan’t have any more

[hersacredbreaths-deactivated201]

all is still as my lurching feet take in the evening earth the cool winds blow a content calmness saturates the soul peace consumes as fear slowly lets go the heart beats in rhythm to the brilliant howling glows breathe… over me sweet October

© 2017 SacredBreaths. All rights reserved Original photography PardyPrompt- Lurch

[baawri]

[mikefrawley]

Be more loving practice kindness make a difference accept change give of your abundance escape the comfortable sail far away from that stagnant shore embrace the unknown say farewell to fear be not selfish, be grateful for all you’ve been given yet ever keep your heart and eyes open in case love or life may wish  to offer you more

More (via mikefrawley)

[imwritingpoems-deactivated20200]

I don’t know why it hurts / only that it does.

(via imwritingpoems)

[rae-writes]

be as full as the moon, and as free as the night.

Rae Buxx (rae-writes), full//free

[remnant-thoughts]

Settle down, too often are our thoughts too loud. Too heavy. Too much. I can hear you stumbling through the silence. Tripping over words that were never spoken.

“You don’t have to tell me, I know” remnant-thoughts (via remnant-thoughts)

[remnant-thoughts]

Sadness walks in and out, around and about my room like it owns the place. Sadness walks all over me, steps all over me, treats me as much like property as it does my room. Sadness helps itself to the contents of my fridge, fixes itself a sandwich and some chips, asks if I want to split it. It’s a trap but I fall for it every time. It feels nice to eat with company. Sadness eats with me a lot, makes me eat a lot. Sadness has no regards for privacy. Barges in like it’s got a VIP pass into all the parts of my life, exclusive access into all the pieces of me. Always times it just right so as to ruin every moment. It’s almost as if Sadness does it on purpose. I try to make Sadness sleep on the couch tonight. Lately it’s been so draining, Sadness likes to stay up and whisper about all the hottest gossip, all the latest news about Happiness and how all my friends and family are well acquainted with it. Sadness tells me we are more than acquainted, so everyone else can suck it. Sadness has been there since day one. Had been by my side through it all. Even when I didn’t need it, because that’s what friends are for. I don’t know how to tell Sadness I don’t want to be friends anymore. I don’t have the heart to. After all, Sadness has a point. No one knows me better, no one has seemed to treat me better. Sadness asks me if I am jealous of Happiness, if I want to get to know Happiness, to which I respond, ‘Everyone seems to enjoy its company, Happiness seems nice’. Sadness quips, ‘I’m pretty sure it’s because they’re sleeping with it’. Sadness does not lie. Has never had the reason to lie to me. Sadness always says the right things. Knows to say the right things to say. In moments like these, I remember why I let Sadness stay for so long. Why it even bothers to stay for so long. Happiness is overrated. Sadness does not sleep on the couch.

“Sadness’ roommate” remnant-thoughts (via remnant-thoughts)

[mikefrawley]

While You're Here

If you were born, then you will die it’s sad but true, have no fear Please don’t wait til it’s too late why not enjoy it while you’re here Give someone special a tender hug feel the wet sand beneath your toes Share a sunrise with your lover giggle while a puppy kisses your nose Listen to music, read a good book smile for absolutely no reason at all Try something you’ve never done give someone who loves you a call Go tell your fear you’re not afraid smile and say, you were never real Enjoy everything, be loving and kind open your heart, it’s time to feel

[metaphorformetaphor]

How slow life is, How violent hope is.

Guillaume Apollinaire, from “Mirabeau Bridge,” Alcools (1965)

[jamesandrewcrosby]

It feels good to know you can laugh from time to time,       and find joy again.

“I-40” by James Andrew Crosby (via jamesandrewcrosby)

[serena-xo-09]

Night. It was nice for the moment to be back. Gave some hope, some motivation.

[tylerknott]

Typewriter Series #1825 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-order my new book, Wildly Into The Dark, and I’ll donate $1 for every order to @TWLOHA !  bit.ly/WildlyIntoTheDark *

[thequotejournals]

Maybe everybody in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

John Steinbeck (via senpai-for-you)

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

Sometimes I find myself writing love letters dedicated to the people I have never met, asking them to take me to the places I’ve never been, and to give me the love I have never felt.

Ming D. Liu, A Story A Day #96 (via mingdliu)

[layla-and-majnun]

You just. You feel it in your heart, you know. And it’s like, not even your brain can comprehend the pain of it all. It sucks. It just really sucks man.

on describing this pain  (via layla-and-majnun)

[serena-xo-09]

Its still that feeling, that heavy feeling. I just carry it around with me, not knowing where to put it. Afraid to share it with someone else.

To only you here on this page, what I speak to myself in the night. (SAH.xo)