Him

[anditslove]

Alexandra Elle, Neon Soul

[taralovepoetry]

I’ve fallen in love with The way that leaves tumble The music of thunderstorms How the earth rumbles

With infinite Space’s Ocean of lights Twinkling through ribbons of smoke After late nights

With the strange silence that follows 12 am trains With careless memories Of dancing as it rains.

[bnmxfld]

And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.

Sylvia Plath (via bnmxfld)

[perrfectly]

It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via perrfectly)

[sunflowerletters]

Just like that, you’ll start to forget too You’ll forget the color of his eyes, then the exact shade of his hair, they way it framed his face The shape of his lips, the way they pressed against you own, a silent promise beneath the admiration of an evening sunset The ghost of your name under his breath, as you took his breath away yet again, as if your entire existence was a miracle His snarl, the way you heard him yell for the first time, the despair inducing words that poured out from behind his lips, The despair you felt in your soul when he picked someone else over you, when he broke that promise, broke the trust, broke the image of the person you thought you knew. You’ll forget it all, the same way he forgot you

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via sunflowerletters)

[vomitingwords]

My eyes will always search for you. Even in the darkest night, even around millions of shining stars.

ma.c.a // Lost Love (via vomitingwords)

[luckylluminati]

“I couldn’t even explain to you how good it feels to look up across a room and see you standing there.”

[theheartwantswhatitwants1]

I met you. You smiled from your eyes. i froze. i stopped looking for more

[theheartwantswhatitwants1]

My Drug

Look at me in the eyes and tell me if any of it was real I still remember that day, Clear as if it all happened yesterday. It was a chilly day, 5 Jan i remember. It was our last exam that day. Me and my friends decided to stay in university for a bit longer to enjoy the weather and to celebrate our freedom. It was a beautiful day. When i saw him for the first time, He was wearing a red shirt and a grey sweater, hair all messy,cheeks red from the chilly weather, nose pink, a confident posture and his signature smile. That one damn smile, that made me fall right there and then.His smile was so irresistible and contagious I remember i was saying something to my friend when our eyes met and i stopped talking. I was lost in his eyes, i just really loved the colour of his eyes, they weren't blue or grey, they were the colour of coffee , coffee that takes away sleep, the kind that keeps you up at night I looked down and we continued  walking, he walked past me. I was quiet and after he went away i whispered to my friends " He was so pretty" i was breathless . They all laughed at my choice of words but it was true , he Was pretty , his eyes were so beautiful ,he looked so pure. That smile still makes my knees go weak. I often ask myself, "Have you ever seen a man so perfect?"

(Read more on my blog by clicking the link in the bio)

https://scrawledink.blogspot.com/2019/01/my-drug.html

[dreamerwithnerve]

It’s the middle of the night and I’m thinking about you, not in any particular way, just of you. I wonder if you’re up too or if you’re sleeping what it is you’re dreaming about? I wonder if you were here, would you pull me close or just stay a safe distance? Would you give in to your heart’s desires as you lay here half asleep, your eyes barely open and your raspy voice that I’m sure would sound delightful to my ears, would you cave in for just a moment? Just long enough for me to feel you against my skin and have this moment ease it’s way, way into my heart. It’s the middle of the night and if you were here that would be the only thing that would make this better.

I Think About You More Than I Should And More Than You Know (via dreamerwithnerve)

[bruno-peter-mars]

My parents warned me about drugs on the streets but never one with a heartbeat

- Cheyenne (via bruno-peter-mars)

[theheartwantswhatitwants1]

He's so perfect

him

[theheartwantswhatitwants1]

Day dreaming about our future is my new favorite hobby