#movingon

[tranen-eines-engels]

i'd love to be choked but like softly

anyways you didn't see that, move on to my other hundred posts..

[fizermusic]

Goodbye Blues

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[quotesforyoupage]

"Some doors that close in your face, didn't close to hurt you or to make you feel like you weren't meant for something great, some doors close to protect you from shrinking yourself down to fit into a space, that didn't deserve the purity of your soul or the patience in your grace."

― Mister Martinezzz, creator of @quotesforyoupage

[sadlyquintessential]

serenity.

[chillweekendvibes]

Protecting the Version of You That Survived

There’s a specific kind of bravery in realizing that the place that broke you can’t be the one that heals you. We spend so much time trying to fix old bridges that we forget the view is better on the other side. Stop returning to the people, the places, and the habits that cost you your light. You didn't survive that chapter just to keep re-reading it—it's time to protect your peace and start a new story where your joy is non-negotiable. 🌑🕊️✨

Reblog if you’re choosing your own happiness today. Follow for more deep thoughts and aesthetic growth fuel.

[secondblooms]

In English, we say: “I miss you.” But in poetry, we say: “I trace the shape of your absence in the spaces where your laughter used to linger, and let the echoes of you fill the hollow hours.” In English, we say: “I don’t know how to let go.” But in poetry, we say: “I carry you in my chest like a stone— heavy, unyielding, and carved with the sharp edges of what once was.” In English, we say: “I feel lost.” But in poetry, we say: “The compass of my heart spins wildly now, its needle drawn to places it can no longer call home.” In English, we say: “I wish it were different.” But in poetry, we say: “I water the garden of could-have-beens with tears, waiting for flowers that refuse to bloom.” In English, we say: “I hope you’re happy.” But in poetry, we say: “May the sun that warms your days be as kind to you as the first kiss of dew on the dawning light upon the leaves of the laurel that we once made love under” In English, we say: “You hurt me.” But in poetry, we say: “You planted thorns in my chest with hands I once trusted, and now every breath feels like an apology I shouldn’t owe.” In English, we say: “I wanted to stay.” But in poetry, we say: “I lingered at the edge of your world, a star burning quietly, unnoticed in your vast, indifferent sky.” In English, we say: “I’m trying to move on.” But in poetry, we say: “I untangle your name from my veins each morning, only to find it woven into my dreams again at night.” In English, we say: “I’ll be okay.” But in poetry, we say: “I gather the shattered pieces of myself like broken glass, knowing someday, even scars can catch the light.” With poetry I write paths through gardens of grace with words in ways my body dare not go as a whole. Written by : Larson Langston.

[kortuvalentinepoetry]

full poem — he wasn't you.

this one is about still not being over those who hurt you.

[runtowonderland]

Stopped overwatering