The Collective Diaries

welcome to the chaos of an unraveling mind s.v.

[hedonist--poet-deactivated20240]

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered;

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;

Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;

Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;

Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;

Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;

Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;

Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;

Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God;

It was never between you and them anyway.

- Mother Teresa

[kushandwizdom]

It’s about who you miss when you’re having fun, wishing they were with you…the person in the back of your mind despite all distractions.

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[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

[minuty]

[thecollectivediaries]

relentless.

i am. a pretty. violent. thing.

a massacre. of empathy.

the voluptuous. curve of her lip. the redness. cinnamon breath. this is what brings you in.

the madness. behind her teeth.

what makes you stay.

s.v. 

[thecollectivediaries]

somehow. still.

I keep you alive in my heart. everywhere. always.

even in the tragedy. it's beautiful. you are here.

s.v. 

[thecollectivediaries]

human code.

my experience makes me golden. always giving my heart away. 

but then, my mouth. it is on fire. with love.

and then again. it is not.

s.v. 

[thecollectivediaries]

loss.

and. you will leave. 

and I will stay.

and remember. all the pieces. I helped put together.

and I will hope. and hold you.

and I will love you love you love you

even when there is none of you left to feel.

s.v. 

[thecollectivediaries]

hugo.

You, my baby love. Will be my longest ache.

s.v. 

[thecollectivediaries]

yes, please.

and that is what I want. 

I want you to come to me. completely bare. so I can dress you. in what I have to offer.

s.v. 

[thecollectivediaries]

precipice.

go there. go there.

go. be where it hurts.

but I can't I can't

I can't let myself go there.

it burns.

s.v. 

[thecollectivediaries]

how do I still keep you alive?

and it is the warmth of you. the softness. your weight on me. 

you will forever be my baby. 

the art of missing.

how we are bound. by the vastness. of attachment.

the depth. the void. the way I sway remembering you.

s.v. 

[poems-and-words]

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[haleyincarnate]

Let me talk for a second. Let me recap for you the first time I ever held another’s hand; working my fingers around theirs like a master weaver, veins threading together in tight stitches. Candy pressed into my palm, the bones sugary sweet just beneath skin. No wonder I always wanted to taste the tips, nail grazing tooth slowly like savoring something decadent. And he was. Let me talk for a second. Let me remind you of what it’s like to feel closure. Crawling into a freezer, ice licking at my eyelashes and frostbite attempting to make friends with my toes. I have a friend padlock it behind me. Trap me in, tie me down. I turn glacier; solid, slow-moving, but m e l t i n g. My water is collected and swallowed down by pride. Left to ice over again. Only the right tools can chip away at my body now. Let me talk for a second. Let me show you what love is supposed to feel like. Calm wind shifting linen curtains from an open window, clean sheets tangled around naked bodies. Teeth marks engraved into collarbones, lazy arms tosses over shoulders, the lingering high of comfort drifting through the air. The walls of this room doesn’t make it feel like home, but the one lying next to you, rather. The softness extends far deeper than the mattress. The warmth feels eternal. Let me talk for a second. Let me get one word in. Let me, let me, let me convince you it is okay to feel things as wholly and certainly as you do.

listen to me for once // Haley Hendrick (via haleyincarnate)

[thecollectivediaries]

Control: 

They send me away to find them a fortune A chest filled with diamonds and gold The house was awake With shadows and monsters The hallways they echoed and groaned

I sat alone, in bed 'til the morning I'm crying, "They're coming for me" And I tried to hold these secrets inside me My mind's like a deadly disease

I'm bigger than my body I'm colder than this home I'm meaner than my demons I'm bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy Goddamn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control?

I paced around for hours, on empty I jumped at the slightest of sounds And I couldn't stand the person inside me I turned all the mirrors around

I'm bigger than my body I'm colder than this home I'm meaner than my demons I'm bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy Goddamn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control?

I'm well acquainted With villains that live in my bed They beg me to write them So they'll never die when I'm dead

And I've grown familiar With villains that live in my head They beg me to write them So I'll never die when I'm dead

I'm bigger than my body I'm colder than this home I'm meaner than my demons I'm bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy Goddamn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control?

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy Goddamn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control?

[wordsnquotes]

…I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.

Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman (via wordsnquotes)

I want to know your first thought when you see me. do I make your heart jump?

s.v.

[wordsnquotes]

Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so f*cking loud you can’t think.

Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via wordsnquotes)