Twice The Horn

I'll be sharing my random thoughts about my life and my insecurities. I'm here to give advice, listen or talk to anyone, anonymous or private.

[psych-facts]

Sometimes it’s better when things aren’t perfect - at least that way, you know it’s real.

Unknown (via psych-facts)

[whitepaperquotes]

I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night screaming your name in frantic whispers, pulling at the air as if I could fabricate you out of my thoughts alone. I know you’re not there.

God, I know you’re not there. You’ve made it clear when you packed your bags and booked the next flight out of town.

The day you left, I felt my entire world slip under my feet. I felt myself stammering through hallways and barely conscious for weeks. I felt my heart tearing through my ribcage and crushed underneath the inevitable truth. I tried to hold the mangled pieces of my heart together with my own hands but they always slipped through the crevices.

I’m missing the warmth of your chest radiating against my back. I’m missing the pair of hands that have always felt like home. I’m missing the heartbeat that crooned me to sleep when I needed it the most. I’m missing the sparks that ricocheted inside of my chest at the touch of your fingertips.

I knew it was you the second your fingertips encircled my waist, when my heart started singing underneath my chest, when I felt the rush inside of my head the moment your lips found its way to mine, when I started falling asleep to the humming of your voice playing in my head.

I’m so, so sorry that I couldn’t tell you this before you left, but honey, it’s always been you. I’m sorry that it’s taken me three months to realize that. Your love for me could have swallowed entire galaxies and leave cinders in your wake.

I’m sorry that it has taken me this long.

But I am hopelessly, irrefutably, and madly in love with you.

Jennifer P., Truly, madly, deeply

http://the-quiet-screams.tumblr.com

[kazuvortex]

Russian costume from different regions.

Photographs by Aleksandr Bozhko.

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

“Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.”

Vladimir Nabokov (via rabbitinthemoon)

[imperfectio]

sans titre by Bernadette Tin on Flickr.

[misconduct]

freesia is my favorite (by jamie {74})

[satansbaby-deactivated20130322]

(by EmmaRoses)

[theloyal-deactivated20170208]

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[di-vinitus]

But I must admit I miss you quite terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. I go to bed early and rise late and I feel as if I have hardly slept.

Lemony Snicket (via d-ivinitus)

[floemist]

[chelseamustache]

[the-untruth]

(by teddy mcdonald)

[theloyal-deactivated20170208]

[hellanne]

I see you in colors that don’t exist.

Paul Matsumoto (via hellanne)

[sunst0ne]

(by ‘Layka)

[astrises]

untitled by allisonwells on Flickr.