#wordsarentenough

[reallifeperfect]

Words mean different things to different people. The #wordsarentenough in my work, it’s the emotions. If I asked you to describe success or what makes you authentic you’re description would be different from someone else, but the feeling would match. https://www.instagram.com/p/CYyn0Y4rtCT/?utm_medium=tumblr

[peaachiepie]

“Sometimes words just aren't enough. And that's why we have middle fingers”

[blownawaysmh-blog]

I won’t get all sentimental with you lot today which is my 8 year (nearly) #blownaway anniversary. I’m going to send a few shout outs today as away of saying thank you to those who have helped me. This one goes to the @coldstream_guards battle group who pulled me off the battle field and saved my life. #wordsarentenough #thankyou

[naturalgravitas]

original art is hard to find. so just create better clichés. #art #photography #clichés #wordsarentenough

[kbarbecue11]

#happymothersday #prov30 dear mommy, I'm truly grateful for having you in my life. For raising me all these years. #22years for sharing your life. A godly, living example. You have taught me how to be a strong person and your life speaks volumes. It's really a blessing to know that you have made an impact in many people's lives and I hope I could live a life just like yours. To have faith like or even better than yours. A conviction like yours. I will make you proud <3 I truly praise God for you. #iloveyou mommy <3 #everydayismommasday! #keeponmomma #wordsarentenough

[awkweirdoo]

I hate it when you say how and why you like me. It ain’t persuasive enough for me to really believe it. Careful with your words. Sometimes I find that you don’t really mean what you say.

[crespin1954]

Caught, tirelessly acquiring thoughts of you,

I am content with the luster that adjectives lack,

to describe such a mood.

You are a heartbeat, hastened,

fastened to young bones,

holding on to red heat like old coals.

There is a jazz prelude on a warm night,

the city is bright, and humming your name.

I see you in it all.

I hear you when only phantoms call.

There, laid in your eyes were the stars,

the orbits of heavenly bodies, 

encased in your vibe.

You retain my being,

boasting, benevolent, reign,

my soul your domain.

Exhaling projections on my eyelids,

enlightened, I repose,

finding comfort in the thought that you do exist.

And you DO exist,

accommodating the whole of reality,

propagating the relevance, of immortality.

I found sense, hidden, in entropy,

and you were the one walking there with me.

You resuscitated emotion and, employed,

returned my heart, which belongs to you,

from the void.