One Line

Poetry/Poetic/Quotey/None-of-the-above stuff. Contains mostly single sentences or lines that can stand alone as something. Sometimes it will be a fragment. Sometimes it will be a paragraph and I will break the one line rule. But I can do that. .

[wendy-the-dreamer]

The nostalgia of home fades fast when you are transplanted there once again.

The soil don’t feed you like you remember.

Your roots are cramped in the pot.

It don’t fit right.

Is this the payback for being a part of a generation know for nostalgia?

The world blungeoning it beyond disillusionment.

I ain’t got the energy

I ain’t got the time

But I’m here again with no choice,

but spend that time

[pencap]

- excerpt from the gentle version by sylvie

[monstermonstre]

Season 4 finale moodboard 😠😠😠

Feel free to use without crediting (for like, oh idk, articles/tweets/reactions); just don’t pass as your own.

[icantwritegood]

rawest fucking florence and the machine lyrics in no particular order:

no more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone

want me to love you in moderation, do i look moderate to you?

this will be my last confession, ‘i love you’ never felt like any blessing, whisper it like it’s a secret only to condemn the one who hears it

because i am done with my graceless heart, so tonight i’m gonna cut it out and then restart

tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks and the kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts

but the loneliness never left me, i always took it with me, but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company

at seventeen i started to starve myself, i thought that love was a kind of emptiness, but at least i understood then the hunger i felt, and i didn’t have to call it loneliness 

the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress

it’s an even sum, it’s a melody, it’s a battle cry, it’s a symphony 

but i know it’ll have to drown me, before i can breathe easy

to the crowd i was crying out, and in your place there were a thousand other faces

and it’s over and i’m going under, but i’m not giving up i’m just giving in

in a moment of joy and fury i threw myself from the balcony like my grandmother, so many years before me

and it’s peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you cannot breathe

i know i seem shaky, these hands aren’t fit for holding

i’m not beat up by this yet, you can’t tell me to regret, been in the dark since the day we met, fire help me to forget

it seems that i have been held in this dreaming state, a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake

shower your affection, let it rain on me, pull down this mountain, drag your cities to the sea

and i did cartwheels in your honor, dancing on tiptoes, my own secret ceremonials

a year like this passes so strangely, somewhere between sorrow and bliss

in the spring, i shed my skin and it blows away with the changing winds

i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole until there’s nothing left inside my soul

and i want you so badly, but you could be anyone 

i was in the darkness, so darkness i became

[thelifeivegot]

“If you ever come back I will not be the same person you knew, that person is gone, you destroyed them. I am different now, you’ll see.”

— to my ex best friend

[quotemadness]

“It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.”

— Lemony Snicket

[rainydayromantic]

“The worst part of all of this wasn’t losing you in a romantic sense; it was losing my best friend and knowing that it was all your choice.”

— A Letter I’ll Never Write

[wendy-the-dreamer]

Greek goddess body,

Carved out of something more precious than marble,

Something more fragile too.

I only wish I loved you.

[wendy-the-dreamer]

I’m tired Danny,

Real tired.

I’m 21,

Living two states from home,

And I still feel like running away.

[wendy-the-dreamer]

And Depression walks into my house

Like he has a house key,

Like I didn’t unfollow him in Facebook,

Like we still know each other.

He doesn’t say a word as he rummages through the fridge,

Makes a sandwich with the last of the turkey,

Takes a bite and says it tastes gross

And throws it in the trash.

He then pours a bowl of cereal,

And puts the box back without rolling the plastic bag up inside.

He grabs the tv remote from my hand,

Changes the channel,

And gets in my bed.

“Do you mind taking the couch tonight?”

And I never say anything,

I never can,

And I don’t know why.

[wendy-the-dreamer]

What’s left of these tired fingers,

Raw skin baked into a sunset.

The breaths that remain are rackety,

Sliding over a washboard in the throat,

Stumbling out of a mouth half-closed.

Tell myself that it wasn’t meant to be like this,

If you listen closely you can hear the doubt in the echo.

But the voice in the sky is quiet now.

Leaving me to convince myself.

[vodkakilledtheteen]

And the truth is, I needed you to turn off the candle we both lit when we first met because I didn’t have the courage to turn off something that was once so precious. So let’s put aside this drama for now because if you didn’t turn this candle off, we would’ve been playing a match of words fueled by fire.

— Alexa Evangelista, The Book I’ll Never Finish Writing

[wendy-the-dreamer]

After all of these months,

It finally is feeling like I am not in love with you anymore.

How is it

That now

I am learning how

To miss missing you?

[olearypoetry]

“Do not look for healing at the feet of those who broke you.”

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

[schuylerpeck]

[thegodstheycall]

“no one warns you about the amount of mourning in growth.”

— Té V. Smith Shut Up In My Bones (via tevsmith)

[wendy-the-dreamer]

And suddenly it sinks in that you will still be writing poems about her in your seventies.