melody of tears

dreams melt into tears and tears turn into rain will it wash it all away will anything remain HW: 205 CW: 135.2 UGW: 105

[heartcosmicsoul]

[thoughtkick]

“The deeper the wound, the more private the pain.”

— Isabel Allende, Paula

[stillgotscars]

back in town - florence + the machine

[mariposas8494]

My ADHD going bananas 🍌

[stay-close]

“I break my own heart by expecting people to be as attached to me as I am to them.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“You can’t just make me different and then leave. You can’t. You can’t change me and make my whole life centered around you, then leave.”

— John Green, Looking For Alaska

[vagasdf]

El problema es que a veces me enamoro del amor

Y no de la persona

[thoughtkick]

“Attention is the purest form of generosity.”

— Unknown

[whenwatercolorsfade]

I want to have a deeper meaning to my life. I want to live a life of romance and enchantment and passion and I am the dullest person imaginable

[thebookquotes]

“Perhaps – I want the old days back again and they’ll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them…”

— Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

[thoughtkick]

“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”

— Melissa Cox

[ritikajyala]

I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[whenwatercolorsfade]

it's saturday, 3 and a half days before i fly off to chile for 3 and a half weeks and what the fuck was i thinking honestly... i dont know anyone there but cara and steph i dont deal well with people i dont know and im gonna be meeting a boatload of them im gonna be drunk as hell and everyone is gonna make fun of me in a language i dont understand. what a joke im playing on myself

[yeahibetyouwontcry]

i feel like i died a very long time ago and now nothing thats happening is real

[whenwatercolorsfade]

i haven't posted anything in a while but idk if it's just me or if i'm being needy

but no one wants to spend new year's with just me

like i get c cause we physically can't spend it together and this is the best we can do

but m had the chance and is hanging out with his friend and his work friends

and i just want someone to be offered all the options and choose just me

so we can spend the time together

[h0oty]

sun horse

[poems-and-word]

Poems & Words