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IDK. Place where me (May) and BlackPearl can post things, I think. Things like Pearl's artwork, our stories and recommendations BTW, do you like our icon. For some reason I keep thinking Reverse!Bill Cipher ( Will Cipher) would like V from MM just more scared - like the icon :)

[vee-arl-blog]

You

So sick of crying over you , So sick of not being ok cause of you So sick of never being enough for you So sick and tired of chasing you Knowing you won't come back

[vee-arl-blog]

"Tears that role down my cheeks are my new best friends "

[vee-arl-blog]

Again : It's happing again , tears streaming down my cheeks as I fall asleep , realising this was all fake , ur smiles , ur laughs . Those three words haunt me in my sleep , taunting me of what's reality . Your words can be sweet as honey but the next minute it stings like a bee . Never knowing what's coming next leaving me to fall down to my knees .

[books-n-quotes]

You don’t have to be good all the times. It’s okay to be hurt sometimes. It’s okay to feel lost like you’re wandering around in the dark. It’s the bad days that make the good ones so much better.

Brittainy C. Cherry, The Air He Breathes (via books-n-quotes)

[vee-arl-blog]

Tired of all this waiting , screaming and shouting , Fed up off breathing and all this faking , Let me go , I won't hold back so set me free , Let me drown in my misery . No longer pray for me as I wish to sleep , in this forever darkness bestowed upon me , Turn ur backs , face me no more , As tears fall quietly . Whispers heard crystal clear , Nevertheless no ones here , Picture perfect memories , Drifted from a century.

[vee-arl-blog]

[wnq-writers]

I often think about you these days—or nights? I’m not sure. But it is mostly after 2 am that all of it comes running back to my head just like a lost child comes running back to her mother after being found. Well I don’t think about you at 2 pm but you are never really out of my mind. I have no more grudges if I were to be honest. There are only a few questions lingering at the back of my mind which swim upwards in the late hours, afraid of drowning in this labyrinth that my head is, they cannot afford to die, perhaps because they keep me alive. So after 2 am as I sit on my bed facing the mirror I try to look for flaws and fallacies which would explain why you left. I find many but none to suffice the action. I can find a lot of reasons to hate you now, zero to love you, but I don’t hate you still. I don’t know about love anymore. I did love you, of that I’m sure. But now love seems like an exotic bird which would revisit in some far off season. And yet I don’t know whether I would ever be able to get hold of it even for a second, to admire its feathers or to just look for the emotion in its eyes. Birds are meant to fly you know and so are we, though not literally. When you left, I stopped feeling anything. Though numbness is also a prominent feeling, it subsides the pain of reality. So I lived in my make-believe world for a fortnight. On the sixteenth day all my stone walls came crumbling down, they were not concrete, the foundation was weak, almost an illusion. So on the sixteenth day the reality seeped in through cracks which I had never spotted in the first place. The waters barely touched my feet but I had the horrendous sensation of drowning already. On the seventeenth day I couldn’t breathe. And now as I write this after a month, it seems like I have come full circle. There have been nights when I cried myself to sleep, there have been days when I crumbled down near my bedpost knowing nothing of the reason but subtly conscious that it’s you. At times tears welled up in crowds, you know that peculiar loneliness one feels in crowded places? I looked at people, mostly frowning, some flashing tired smiles while doing small talk, and a few actually happy. None of them had an effect on me, the tears travelled up to the corners of my eyes and dissolved into nothingness. The last week went in a blur, just like the week before you had left. It seems like time before that day has been temporarily erased. It doesn’t come to my mind anymore. Only the last month has been too vivid to forget, perhaps even more than our early days together. Everything has come full circle; the years spent with you, the last month spent without you. And as the circle would rule; I am feeling nothing but numb at the moment.

@bhumikasingh (via wnq-writers)

[books-n-quotes]

In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you. I even loved your hate and your hardness.

Tennessee Williams, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (via books-n-quotes)

[books-n-quotes]

Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.

Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice (via books-n-quotes)

[tmpoem]

my brain feels heavy or is it my heart weighing me down i feel dizzy and confused tomorrow and every day to come feels unmanageable just getting by; hour by hour surviving the time to come

t.m. (via tmpoem)

[books-n-quotes]

Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.

A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh (via books-n-quotes)

[poems-and-word]

[poems-and-word]

[books-n-quotes]

I hate solitude, but I am afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction.

Iris Murdoch, Under the Net (via books-n-quotes)

[poems-and-word]

[books-n-quotes]

Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.

Lisa Kleypas, Sugar Daddy (via books-n-quotes)

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