#inatoms

[sleepysoley-blog]

Nahlia, Nahlia... where have you been :(  I miss you and your words.

[merrybon]

Still waiting for Nahlia.

We need you.

[sleepysoley-blog]

By the way, Nahlia, I’m back and thinking of you! Are you still around on here? :(

[now371]

Nahlia, Nahlia, where did you go.

[mikefrawley]

darkhorsepoet said: Mike…your writing is raw lately. Beautiful pain in a bottle. Let it all out for our enjoyment on our comfortable couches eating popcorn. Wait, where am i again? Oh yeah, mike is an amazing writer & human

inatoms reblogged your post: Promise Me writingforyourlovee reblogged your post This Perfect Night frangwilde reblogged your post: Am I

contrarycate replied to your post: Breathe  lovely :)

  Who's a bad Mammal?  LOL  Please forgive my eccentric egomaniacal insecure attempted humor.  Seriously though, on Tumblr, kind words, hearts, and reblogs from friends are about as good as it gets.   Hey you know what's even better than friends?  Not a damn thing.  :) Love you all!  Mike <3

[blacknw]

I would wish for you to remain as is, to shine forever everlasting in brilliance, so that even troubled you will remain bright as your words that bring hope and lift thousands as it did so for me. But everyone will embark on their own journeys some day, so I can only wish you well and hope dearly I will see your words again.

[menusuk]

me inatoms

jealousy is the voice that whispers when you stop with your tongue. jealousy is scratching the belly of insecurity and the waking of paranoia. jealousy is the evil eye I turn towards whoever you see.  jealousy, jealous me.

Jealously is the itch you just can't scratch, that pull you just can't break free from as another pulls her close.  Jealously is the hunger pang that eats at you when words trickle down her chin into another's cup.  Jealously is what I keep stitched with the fibers of my sanity.  Jealousy, the name of your muse who's porcelain skin fits snuggly beneath each one of my blood-stained fingernails.

[aphrasebook]

"It's 3:30 in the morning," I groaned, but your fingers had already taken to the bridge of my nose like the sleigh down a snowy slope. You continued to annoy me because you like the way I cave into your bad habits and eventually warm up to them because it's you. You, who rearranges all my things, my thoughts and my words. I pity those who have never known you.

In Atoms