[buttonpoetry]

I’m not going to tell you how to live your life, but maybe you should listen to your feet when they tell you to run the fuck away.

Neil Hilborn, from Our Numbered Days (via buttonpoetry)

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

As the flowers unfolded and uncovered their petals under the cold, pale sky, I put my hands together, praying that I would learn the art of opening up to receive more goodness in life.

Lukas W. // Opening up (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[trasemc]

[maureen2musings]

Into the Abyss

calibreus

[z0int]

[erubes1-deactivated20200420]

The lakes in the Canadian Rockies are too beautiful to be real

[j-k-i-ng]

“Rainier sunsets in the summer“ by | Erick Ramirez

[sleepybonesx]

Water Damage

Yesterday when I called to tell you that my power was still out you called me babe by accident and it felt like my heart broke all over again.

And today I woke up feeling empty. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why until someone old me the date in as unrelated conversation, and I felt myself fall apart at the seams. I don’t know why I’m spilling these words out to you, because I know you don’t care and I know you are doing just fine without me. Maybe let this serve more as a warning to you, a warning to be more careful with who you make fall in love with you next, to who you give rings to a promise a forever because you have done more damage to me than this hurricane did to this new house I have to call home without you.

[melindacarolinee]

“The thing I regret most was I made excuses for him Excuses for why he treating me badly Excuses for why I was accepting less than I deserved All because I didn’t want to lose someone who had no problem losing me”

— excuses || melindacarolinee

[promisesofamazing]

“And maybe love isn’t always a kiss on a forehead but rather a hug and a kiss that say’s “I’m sorry let’s not fight” than spilling words out to each other in the heat of the moment that you would regret later. Maybe it isn’t about buy her diamond ring’s and lace underwear excepting her to wear it for you later that night. Maybe it’s leaving her pill bottle next to her phone with a glass of water as a reminder that thing’s can get better with a little help. Maybe love isn’t about giving fifty fifty each way, maybe it’s about giving 100 when that person greatest demons come to visit for the day. Maybe love isn’t about writing about how beautiful her body was the first time you saw it and how you’d have never seen anything more raw and natural. Maybe it’s about writing how she makes your soul dance in the rain of sunshine and how it also makes your heart ache from time to time when both sides are being stubborn. Maybe it’s not about a vow that you both swear to keep but a understanding that sometimes things don’t work out and sometimes they do. Maybe it’s not about saying I love you every second of every day but showing that love in the simplest of ways like “call me when you get home so I know you’re safe.” Maybe, just maybe you’ve been looking for love in all the wrong places and maybe even the wrong people. Maybe the kind of love that you are so hell bound on searching for is taking your pills without no one reminding you or dying your hair the color of the sky because that’s the only time when you feel closest to your real self. Maybe the kind of love that you are searching for in another person is already right in front of you when you look in the mirror. Maybe that’s where you’ll find your one true love. Maybe it isn’t a her or him or someone but a you, maybe just maybe you can find the love that you long for in yourself and maybe just maybe if you’re lucky enough you’ll also meet a person who makes your heart dance in the rain. Maybe that’s what love is, loving yourself or maybe it’s not. I don’t know but when I do I’ll let you know.”

— Deeply Feeling Series

[melindacarolinee]

“Take me to a place where my heart doesn’t hurt so much.”

—

[beyond-violet-skies]

They tell you that sometimes it’s better to walk away

Even when it hurts.

But they never mention how to deal with the guilt.

The regret.

The heartache.

The nostalgia.

The anger.

The sadness.

The emptiness.

The grief.

The love…

I loved her.

What am I supposed to do with that?

[constanthoughts]

“and you said ‘I miss you’ as if those words would fill the holes you left in my heart.”

—

and maybe they could.

w.j.

[shmwrites]

“One minute you’re collapsed on your bedroom floor crying because you don’t think you’ll ever get over him and then it’s a few months later and you’re singing to your favourite songs again, the sinking feeling in your stomach is gone and you feel like you can finally breathe. You realise just how powerful and amazing you are because you’ve gotten through it. You watched him stop loving you and it almost destroyed you, but you didn’t let it. You didn’t let him ruin your life. So this is for the people who found the power to sing their songs again, you really can do anything. And for the people who are still on their bedroom floor, you will get through this. And when you do, you’ll never want to stop singing again.”

— I promise you that things will get better, be patient.

[motivationsforlife]

[m--ood-deactivated20181217]

[mymemphisparade]

Citizen // Sleep