[suburbangreed]

I want you to know that you hurt me. no, I need you to. I need you to see the shattered pieces of my self-worth and know what you did. don't play the fool, say you didn't mean to. words can feel like knives and i'm still pulling them from my body. I need you to see the scars beneath my skin. I need you to know, to feel, what you did.

if only it didn’t kill me to see your face

[suburbangreed]

you touched me and suddenly i was a fire red sunset. made me believe i was worth the caramel light i bathe in every morning.

just another incomplete poem about you

[pigmenting]

what are some non physical ways to show admiration and appreciation?

make them their favorite food

go out of your way to help them with something

invite them to do something they would enjoy with you

surprise them with a meaningful gift or gesture based on a memory or interest they’ve told you about

give them a genuine compliment on what you specifically admire about them

make them a playlist/mixtape

give them flowers

surprise them with coffee/tea at their work/school

write them love notes

sit down and have a heartfelt conversation. make it about them. ask questions. listen to the answers.

take something you’re good at and find a way to offer it to them in some way (offer to play a song, cut their hair, fix their car)

send them a thank you card

ask to learn more about something they’re really interested in

ask if there is anything you can do for them

offer to do a chore or run an errand for them

basically, show your admiration in a way that they understand. make it meaningful to them specifically. speak their language.

[suburbangreed]

do you remember the first time we laid beneath the stars? your soft skin drawing constellations out of the freckles on my shoulder just shy of 18 with sea salt in our hair

[hipster-and-thoughts]

[roomvibes]

ig: @roomvibes

[suburbangreed]

its late november, your birthdays coming up soon. twenty three. i bet that tastes so sweet. you were still a boy, the last time we met. didn't know how to keep your hands to yourself, didn't quite know what the world had in store. i broke my bones trying to make it work, you broke your mother's favourite dinner plate. you'll be twenty three soon. a man, i guess. i've been thinking about you lately. been seeing you in the bodies of others, your eyes reflected back in my bathroom mirror. i often wonder where you are now. do you put on a tie every morning? kiss somebody goodbye every time you walk out the door? i've been reminiscing about the last december we spent together. the stars, the ocean. we existed in summer. i live in winter now. don't be mistaken, it stopped hurting a long time ago. i don't miss you anymore. my skin doesn't ache for your touch. i've just been thinking. i left pieces of myself with you. it'd be nice to know where they are. all your bruised knuckles and my self-inflicted scars. you'll be twenty three in a matter of days. it would appear, that we're adults now. i've been thinking about you. i hope you're doing well. i hope you found what you were looking for.

a love letter to the only boy i’ve ever loved

[hozierbyrne]

mumford & sons: closing songs of records

after the storm (2009) // not with haste (2012) // hot gates (2015)

[suburbangreed]

on days like these

i’m not sure my body can survive

give me something good

and i will tear it from its hinges

a hurricane within my ribcage

poison ivy beneath my skin

on days like these

i find it hard to love

my delicate hands and crooked jawbone

beneath the weight of this crumbling city

[suburbangreed]

you've fallen for a boy with the ocean in his eyes and literature on his tongue. a boy who recites shakespeare in his sleep. he drags his fingertips delicately through his hair, though swears he doesn't care much for it. you've always known better. you awaken every morning to the sound of his soft voice, echoing through a home full of beauty and chaos. artwork hung from every wall, a collection of plants in each room. he exists in extremes, desperately trying to create something bigger, better, brighter, than the last. sometimes you watch him work, mesmerized. they say to never fall in love with an artist, but you're not so sure why.

[suburbangreed]

i hope you know that i've been thinking about you every day since. that your name has found a home on my lips. i find myself missing you as the caramel sunlight streams through my window in the morning, as i step so quietly through the streets at night. my mouth hasn't forgotten the taste of yours and your scent still lingers on my pillowcase. i hope you know that i've been thinking of you every day since you left, trying to piece together how we went so wrong.

[maxmundan]

Every single movement you make pulls strings…..invisible yet impossible to break….. attached to everyone you know, in places that you never imagined. Think of a clear pool of water, reflecting back an image you believe to be you. Now disturb that image; obliterate it, with your own hand. Do you see the waves, reaching out in all directions? Remaking a motionless pool as a turbulent torrent? You cannot know the effect you have; the hearts you touch; the frivolous and sublime…..puppet show you produce, with all your family and friends as stars, with each graceful gesture or clumsy jerk of your hand. In the end, your only choice is whether the universe will flutter and flow, in tune with your love. or throb to the beat of your fear.

Max Mundan, Ripples and Reverberations

© David Rutter 2016

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[suburbangreed]

you touch me and i burn. fire red. every time.

[pudgypeachcat]

[uptional]

[flowure]

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[suburbangreed]

you see the ocean in his eyes and you're not so sure why your heart feels like it is about to burst out of your chest. you spent your summers there; making art out of sand and adding to your collection of freckles. wrinkled fingertips and the smell of the sea embroidered in your hair. you built your home on the shore, always promised to return. but tonight, you're in a bar with a body full of hope and recklessness on your tongue. you're pouring yourself out to the boy with the blue eyes. you try not to lose yourself, become swallowed by the waves within. he looks at you like the beach after a downpour. he speaks like the calm before the storm. you see the ocean in his eyes and suddenly you understand that sometimes, home is a person.

the boy with the blue eyes //

[serious]

So far you’ve survived 100% of your worst days. You’re doing great.

a gentle reminder (via serious)