SocksnPeas

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[socksnpeas]

“The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.”

Jane Eyre

[socksnpeas]

Medicine

My body aches with each sigh. My chest screams. My mind and heart are deeply heavy. Oh, the common case of life’s blues. That’s the thing about colds, oh, I meant blues. Blues have medicine. Love of difficulties, consciousness and the most complicated of simplicities. Rays of morning sunlight dancing on my sheets. I miss laughing, yet I laugh all the time. Is it possible to have my eyes speak for me? I’m dead tired of listening to mouths full of false promises. There’s a good anxiety coming from juggling time. The moment of tired has return once again and it’s such a familiar state. Like a calm state during a storm. A harmonious warmth of moments from happiness and fondness of care twirl and twirl. Yearning for an outsider to linger for sweet-meant-to-be reasons. A life with handwritten letters, instrumental melodies and endless time to devour novels. Once again, the state of quiet dissolves and the normal stormy life starts up its engine for turbulence.

[socksnpeas]

I need to getaway.

Marinating in what I see everyday and hear everyday, it’ll be meaningless once I step away. I hope you’re happy. Don’t think this doesn’t affect me because we loved each other more than we can handle, cared for each other more than we were capable and we destroyed each other more than we thought.

[adrenaline]

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[adrenaline]

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[earthstory]

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[socksnpeas]

Are you fucking real?

[8ast]

[socksnpeas]

Only Love

Can calm my soul

The breath will melt and you had it all

If this is what you want

Take it from my bones

Write your name in blood

Let it all go

[nevver]

In stitches, Sheena Liam

[sunkissedfawn]

🎵‪How does a moment last forever?‬ ‪ ‪It is love we must hold onto‬ ‪Never easy, but we try‬ ‪Sometimes our happiness is captured‬ ‪Somehow, a time and place stand still‬ ‪Love lives on inside our hearts and always will‬… ❤️💔❤️

[arthetic]

[votedami]

How many scars did we justify because we loved the person holding the knife?

[birdasaurus]

[wnq-writers]

Poetry is how you’ll never forget the small joys someone gave you. Poetry is loving someone’s smile when they don’t believe they’re attractive, or don’t like the color of their hair. Poetry is the pain you tuck away under your skin because just because it’s killing you doesn’t mean it should be seen. Poetry is the way you want to cry because you feel related to. Poetry is having a place to go to feel heard. Poetry is having a heart so full and a smile so genuine that people see nothing else in you. Poetry is blind. Poetry is the way you want to photograph someone doing something basic how they always do, just so you can capture the sight, then stopping yourself. Poetry is looking forward to seeing someone.

B. E. Barnes  (via herkindoftea)

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[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I withdraw and the act of withdrawing does not diminish the pain. It is delicate, it is, in my head, tragic and delicate. I withdraw and this seems to rather accentuate the importance and the strangeness of everything.

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in The Diary Of Virginia Woolf Vol. 1: 1915 - 1919 (via magrittesque)

[socksnpeas]

I must be myself. I cannot break myself any longer for you, or you. If you can love me for what I am, we shall be the happier.

Ralph Waldo Emerson