Dreaming

Pretty lies and the ugly truth

[thequotejournals]

If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via wnq-writers)

[deeplifequotes]

Choose people who choose you.

(via deeplifequotes)

[stillldreamingg-blog]

Just as that, the things we did that night turned into memories the second dusk arrived.

[stillldreamingg-blog]

The darkness of the night had made space for the light of the new day to come and new things to happen. Just as the dawn of the day slowly melted into the deep blue colour of the night sky, allowing things to happen which will never see the light.

[stillldreamingg-blog]

Now if you listen closely I’ll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, ‘Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone

Maya Angelou

[4am-reflections]

most beautiful things in life: sunsets, unmade beds, a kittens purr, the ocean, looking out the window on road trips, the first sip of coffee in the morning, your best friends laugh, listening to your favourite song on full blast, smiles from strangers, flowers, random compliments, the sound of rain, love.

4am (via 4am-reflections)

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[seprate]

PEDS #12

(Poetry Every Day in September)

“Ripples traveled up the skin like the bristling of the autumn wind, and underneath the braveness of the blue for the first time I recognized fear too” -N.E./ Art by Flo Wie Klo

[wordsnquotes]

Sometimes there is no darker place than our own thoughts; the moonless midnight of the mind.

Dean Koontz, Fear Nothing (via wordsnquotes)

[hedonist--poet-deactivated20240]

The world is most beautiful at 4 AM because people are asleep and nature is wide awake.

Hedonist Poet (via hedonistpoet)

[dephus]

Things aren’t all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via ohteenscanrelate)

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[theprocast]

The wife We fell in love on the rusty swing set in your backyard. My fingers barely wrapped around yours as you spoke of how I was your best friend, and you believed that meant we were destined to be soulmates. You spoke of how our hearts were like the clouds – congruent and interchangeable. Our dreams were like the wind – riding the current because we’re only limitless if our eyes are closed. My life was a thousand broken pieces you made into a stain glass window, and called it love. But, they say that love ages you. I watched time fall off your face as my fingers struggled to keep up against the declining pressure of being. I fell out of your smile as your eyes danced for a familiar light I used to hold. I felt you walk by me every night, a shell of the man I used to love. Words walked the plank of my tongue nightly, but no string seemed to supplement the pressure of emptiness wedging itself between us. Love and happiness are synonymous, and one day I woke up without the latter. The other woman A forbidden love is what I have known, but I won’t apologize for being in love. I can’t dictate who my heart beats for, or who it falls in love with. She is the one you chose first, the one who holds my fate, and I am too late. I should have kept my feelings hidden, since we both knew our love was forbidden, but I buried it deep and safe in my heart, knowing I’m a fool–acting so smart. Weigh the pain of staying or leaving, knowing it is myself I am deceiving. A life time worth of joy and sadness, all because of my selfish loving devotion. If only I had destroyed this need, crushed and killed this loving seed. But the way you touched me when we made love, loving you dearly and I swear it’s not lust. A soul reaching out in despair. I know the day for “good bye” is there, yet I will not rush to end our affair.

“Different Shades of Love”

@teacup12 & @spilledthoughtsofmairi

(via procastiwriters)

[newendy]

[coastia]

 I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

— Neil Gaiman

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[fahdes]

“If A is a success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z. Work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut”  ― Albert Einstein

[reminds]

Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you.

Iain Thomas (via reminds)