The Bambi Blog

If it hurts this much… then i must have been pretty darn lucky.

[thebambiblog]

I miss you

All the way over there

Standing on the deck of that boat

While you watch the waves glimmer

Do you still think of me, do you still care?

Or did the days make you forget how my lips felt pressed against your skin

Or did the nights drown your thoughts, drive you crazy,

Or would you still let me in?

Do you still remember how I laid there every night by your side?

Do you still remember the rain that i tried to help you hide

From and in, we could run in the rain

You and me as part of nature,

Muddy feet and shorts filled with green grass stains.

That is why i love you, i love that we are down to earth

And I can still see you in the jungle,

Laughing with your hands covered in dirt

You and me walking through this life

Were not against the world

But but we walk alongside

we lie on the ground,

Kiss under palm trees,

You see me, to my heart you have the keys.

I still miss you

I still care

I still wake up in the morning wishing that you were there

And you are, just not physically with me

You are listening to the waves,

And seeing the sun glimmer as a distant memory.

Glimmer like my eyes did when i realized how i felt

Or glimmer like your smile once you saw my letter hidden on your shelf

I miss you,

And i hope that you spend your days with a wide smile on your face

But selfishly i also hope,

I will see that smile again, and i wont need to wait for months, just a couple more days.

- by me

[overclassy]

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[lifeandtimesofanaesthete]

[papayajuan2019]

realest daughter syndrome

[thezeroquotes]

“Some people hate the thought of being alone. I’m not like that. I love my solitude. I’m kind to myself. My feelings don’t get hurt. My energy’s not leeched. And it’s very peaceful.”

— Unknown

[thebambiblog]

“I want to get to know you once for all, and I want you to know me. And then to say good-bye. I believe it’s always best to get to know people just before leaving them. I’ve noticed how you’ve been looking at me. There has been a continual look of expectation in your eyes, and I can’t endure that. That’s how it is I’ve kept away from you. But in the end I’ve learned to respect you. You do stand firm, don’t you? I like people who are firm like that whatever it is they stand by. Your expectant eyes ceased to annoy me, I grew fond of them in the end, those expectant eyes. I understand something in you and you seem to love me for some reason.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via wordsnquotes)

[thebambiblog]

[remanence-of-love]

[thoughtcascades]

i've gotten really good at being reasonable about things that actually broke my heart

[minimalistquotes]

You'll lose it, if you talk about it.

-ERNEST HEMINGWAY

[thoughtcascades]

i act chill about it because the alternative is being embarrassing

[remanence-of-love]

[thebambiblog]

Neither of us will call.

But I know that both of us would answer.

Like two houses that once shared a light,

now lit separately on the same street.

I dont carry you the way that I used to.

Not like a fire.

Not like something that could ruin me.

Youre much softer now.

A name I hold without shaking.

A memory that does not ask to be relived.

Im not in love with you anymore.

But I will always care.

And the way that you check the weather for a place that you no longer live in.

And the way that you hope that it isnt storming there.

Because I wont interrupt your peace.

And I know that you will not interrupt mine.

We both built something quieter.

Something that doesnt need to be tested just to prove that its real.

So we leave each other untouched.

Not out of distance,

but out of understanding.

But if you ever needed something,

not to go back,

not to start again,

but just to be known,

to be seen for a moment,

to feel like youre less alone in your old life.

I would answer.

Not as someone who still belongs to you,

not as someone waiting in the wings.

But as someone who once knew the shape of all of your silences

and still respects it.

Love does not disappear.

It just changes its language.

It becomes this quiet agreement,

this unspoken grace that neither of us will call.

But if the world ever pressed too hard,

if your voice needed somewhere to land,

I know that both of us would answer.

[ahududulugazoz]

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]