Believe, Achieve, Love, Breathe.

"Even Castles made of sand fall into the sea, eventually" -Jimi Hendrix

[heart-fools]

“At some point growing stopped being painful and started to become interesting. I’m so curious about the girl punching her way out of me: dirt under her fingernails, lightning in her eyes. St. Jude has never been called upon to save her. She looks like she has smashed into starlight and I am probably in love with her. I have always avoided knowledge of myself, documentation of my growth. I am not accomplished at looking back over myself like a sprawling landscape. There are certain things that I am aware I must have lived through but I don’t remember the emergence of this girl. I couldn’t tell you what circumstances shaped her. Maybe none. Maybe she was just biding her time, like people so often do. I never know what she is going to do next; the hair she will cut off without a moment’s thought, the notes she will leave behind in coffee shops wishing the barista a lovely day. She wants to read everything, know the story of how her parents fell in love, follow the lines of her blood back to the other side of the continent. She holds certain convictions firmly in her hand, like religion: you must always have a fresh bunch of flowers in your bedroom, you must allow yourself to outgrow and depart from certain eras of your life with a gentle sort of ruthlessness, you must learn to recognise important poetry. I follow her rules. I find that I like them. This girl of the earth, with her knowledge of full moons and fists full of survival stories, is going to change everything. ‘Don’t go,’ I tell her. ‘I will follow you anywhere.’”

— Girl of The Earth.

[8ky]

U know when you like someone so much n it just hurts your heart

[vomitingwords]

Some of the days will be like children running, playing and laughing at the park. Families eating together inside a comfy restaurant. Teenagers walking hand in hand. A lovely lady inside a fancy boutique trying a dress with her smile and lips apart. Some of the days will be sunny as if the whole world decided to spread a happy vibe. But we both know darling, that some of the days will also be like silence in a crowded room. Like a man alone sitting on a bench watching people passed in front of him from morning to noon. Some of the days will make you love yourself more, yet some days will make you realize how people tend to judge one another. Some of the days will make you feel like you wanted to change the world because of everything you feel—because of the worst things you’ve seen. Some of the days will make you want to smile at every single stranger who you’ll meet. As if you wanted them to see how wonderful the day is. Some of the days will tell you who you are, and some days will drag you somewhere else trying to tell you that you’re lost again. Yet also maybe every day might be all the same to you. Because you’ve been doing the same thing again and again. But darling, when you try to look back, years from now, you will always find yourself wondering what time can do to us. That no matter how many times you tell to yourself that nothing is different, if it’s not you, then the world will always make you realize that a lot of things already changed. Including every people around you. Even you.

ma.c.a // Days in a Year (via vomitingwords)

[theprocast]

I dream of falling in love with someone and creating the most beautiful art you could ever fathom. Something that mirrors the feelings, passion and love we share for one another.

Marley C. // Art Reflecting Life. (via theprocast)

[4nimalparty]

[s3rg-deactivated20181215]

Bruhh

[leaveful]

[thelovejournals]

…I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

Daphne du Maurier, “The Lover” (via thelovejournals)

[dresswellactbad]

You are allowed to outgrow people.

(via dresswellactbad)

[artystay]

[superheroshae]

All my life I have been good with words. I am a poet, a lyricist, a writer. Words are what I do. Words are who I am. I have always been good with words. Until I met you. Then I became speechless, breathless even. My head a dictionary now a blank page. You made it so I couldn't think, much less form sentences or speak. I found I couldn't tell you the things I wanted so badly to tell you. I wanted to tell you that your eyes are the ocean and sometimes I drown in them because I swim in their shallow blue ripples for too long and before I know it I am lost out at sea and I don't think I want to be found. I wanted to tell you that your hands are a key and mine a lock and they are only meant for each other, and they work so perfectly and fit so well. I wanted to tell you that your lips are rose petals, soft and silky, and roses are my favorite flowers. But most of all I wanted to tell you that I love you. I love you and then some. But how do you describe in great detail just how bright the colors of the rainbow are after it pours? Or how vibrant the first flower buds of spring are after they burst from their dull caccoon, aching to splash the reborn earth with new colors and scents waiting to be rediscovered? Or the way the sand feels deep between your toes when it has been kissed by the sun for 10 hours, how it blankets your legs and covers your problems and fears until they are only grains of sand. Or mostly, the harmonies and melodies of the birds early in the morning when the soft sun peaks it's head above the horizon, waiting to start a new day with new chances and new possibilities? How do you describe any of those things and do it justice? I want you to know when I try to tell you I love you that you are so many things that I can not put into words. You are more than a rainbow after the rain and the flowers after winter and the sand between my toes and the birds in the sky. You are more than colors and songs and sunshine and brightness. My love for you is full of color and it blooms bigger and brighter every day. My love for you is full of warmth and brightness. My love for you is the sky and the rain and the beach and the trees and the earth and the sun and so much more. My love for you is all the things I can think of and especially the things I can't. My love for you is rooted in the ground and is touching the clouds in the sky. My love for you is ever changing but everlasting like the seasons. My love for you is bigger than what the universe can contain. It is bigger than you, than I, than us. It is bigger than words. Just know that when I am trying to explain to you how exactly how I feel about you I am at a loss for words, so instead of saying all of this I will tell you that I love you, and will hope that will suffice.

- S.M.C

[difficult]

Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love.

R. M. drake (via difficult)

[decidement]

It took me a year to realize that there might be no human being on this planet that looks the same way but the most important thing is that there is no human being who loves the same way as another. It took me a year to realize that there are billion kinds of love, and just like the stars we crash into another; and if we’re lucky we might create the most beautiful constellation. So I look at the sun setting while I’m walking down the street to find you. And every single color of the sunset has appeared on your lips, painting the sky of mine. I look at your eyes, burning in desire. I look at that smile you have everytime you wake up and realize that I am laying next to you. And I feel nothing but lucky that out of all these billion kinds of love I found yours and you find mine. So we could create the most beautiful sunset, with a simple kiss.

we are the universe (via decidement)

[cupofmeat]

Food St. Lahore, Pakistan. (Instagram: aabbiidd)

[melisica]

[whenpoetsbleed-deactivated20170]

Find me somewhere in the cold shallows of your morning coffee. In the pastel clouds of a shy sunrise. I exist between the wrinkled pages of the novel you’ve read over and over again. My heart beats in the lazy ripples of a lake on a summer day. My blood runs through dry creek beds- the ones where you find the best stones. I am the damp pine needles in the brightest corners of the forest. I am the deep breathe you take on the back porch of your cabin in the winter. The comfort of drawing something you can’t help but feel itch in your hands. People do not fall in love with me easily, because I am a shadow found in soft moments, not thought of often, but felt deeply.

-Finding myself, and finding that I am not for everyone else (via whenpoetsbleed)

[deja-entenndu]

[love-personal]