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me, trying to write a poem: oh death! oh pomegranate! u grief me. look into the sky and talk to moon, talk to star, talk to tree, talk to sea. i am god girl, sad girl, mad girl, bad girl, girl girl. despair. despair. despair. ribs, lungs, my spine. i sad
i. again i try to not write about you; like trying not to feel a missing tooth. ii. when i said goodbye there was nothing i wanted more than to just kiss you. iii. do you suppose in another world where we are luckier people and the weather never gets too cold we are sitting outside of a castle in italy eating gelato and laughing iv. i’m trying not to hurt but you’re spending the day with the wrong person. v. in another garden i grow flowers without wanting to put them in your hair. we never meet. vi. am i happier there?
r.i.d (via inkskinned)
Under the covers, I am still freezing. I grab the quilt my great grandmother knitted me this spring. I tuck every loose curl under a hat. I put on a second pair of socks, and I’m still so cold. I scrunch further into my sheets. Here, my hands wait for you. Here, I wrap my body around your warmth. Here, by the illusion of your shape, I trick myself into falling asleep.
Schuyler Peck, Lonely Winter Nights (via schuylerpeck)
happy new year!!
hey guys! i know i’ve been inactive for the past couple of months, and i apologize for that! life got so crazy that i had no time to write, but i’m going to make time for it in the new year :)
2016... what a crazy year it’s been! i started this blog last winter and a year later i have 2k followers... you guys have no idea how much you all mean to me! every like, every reblog, every person reading my words counts to me, and it makes me so happy that i have this opportunity to connect with people through doing what i love the most - writing.
so in 2017 i’m going to continue writing and hopefully posting it here. and all my lovely followers, i wish that 2017 is a good year for you. sure, bad things will continue to happen. but look out for good days. they’re coming. i know there’s so many good days waiting for you in the new year. and maybe i’m being too optimistic, but it’s new years eve and i kind of feel like a little kid again waiting for a miracle and believing in magic.
tell me again how we drowned ourselves in the community pool last august. filled ourselves with crimes and sank like sorrow to the bottom. remember? even when our bodies broke themselves trying to float, our hearts were paperweights. tell me about how we caught rays of sunlight and tangled them in our skins, kissed the sins out of each other until we were holy once more. tell me how we pretended the chlorine water was angel tears, rinsed our corpses with shaking fingers and abandoned them when we were clean. we wouldn’t need them anymore.
but the ache of living never fades | a.c. for @svcredstars | want one? (via inkmagician)
i. i would truly like to tell you how i have missed the smell of your hair. when you flip over on the pillow we’re sharing i ask what movie you want to watch, and you let me pick, and as the piano ballad song plays in the background and the girl becomes an eagle, i think you are much, much wiser. ii. both blood and clinique make effective warpaints, though i am more sex and the single girl than the art of war. iii. my father, or maybe my mother, is sitting on the living room couch watching the ball game on mute and i am crying next to my radio in the basement (i thought you said we could be exclusive) and we are both making ourselves very small for different reasons. iv. spun sugar is like our love- empty, oh-so-saccharine, and harder on my stomach than it is on you. v. i sit on the bleachers with you for the umpteenth time and i’m caught in the soft universe of you and me. i realize that if it weren’t for my unerring romantization, the way i fall for it and lose myself every time, the flip of my stomach every time i make your impassionate gestures into a SOMETHINGMORE, the times when i look into your eyelids and make supernovas out of black holes, i would be the wise one here.
optimistic | swallowedsquall (via swallowedsquall)
dear , i write letters in the middle of the night to unknown lovers across the atlantic not filling in their names the space between the dear and the comma feeling ever so empty when it should have been filled with you because you see, i’m afraid that if i should even dare to pencil in your name to direct my pen in those particular loops and curls i might have to send those countless letters i wrote and where would we be and so i write these letters and hoard them till they gather dust and become rather yellowed and curled at the edges yet still i cannot bear to throw them out throw us out i leave these letters for the world to find maybe our love, or lack thereof will go down in history immortalised in the pages of a heavy tome letters from nobody to no one and filled with only tragedy your dearest love,
r.s. (via nxrcissablacks)
i don’t remember asking you to pull me under, but now that you have, drowning is all i know
your face is the sunlight flittering through the waves | jocelyn (via inkstay)
i. i would truly like to tell you how i have missed the smell of your hair. when you flip over on the pillow we’re sharing i ask what movie you want to watch, and you let me pick, and as the piano ballad song plays in the background and the girl becomes an eagle, i think you are much, much wiser. ii. both blood and clinique make effective warpaints, though i am more sex and the single girl than the art of war. iii. my father, or maybe my mother, is sitting on the living room couch watching the ball game on mute and i am crying next to my radio in the basement (i thought you said we could be exclusive) and we are both making ourselves very small for different reasons. iv. spun sugar is like our love- empty, oh-so-saccharine, and harder on my stomach than it is on you. v. i sit on the bleachers with you for the umpteenth time and i’m caught in the soft universe of you and me. i realize that if it weren’t for my unerring romantization, the way i fall for it and lose myself every time, the flip of my stomach every time i make your impassionate gestures into a SOMETHINGMORE, the times when i look into your eyelids and make supernovas out of black holes, i would be the wise one here.
optimistic | swallowedsquall (via swallowedsquall)
my chest is erupting with these big bright sunflowers but today it seems like you would much rather have a bouquet of roses. I can never win with you and somehow I keep coming back for more, watering my own garden hoping to create a masterpiece that is to your liking. but today my chest is full of sunflowers and I really like sunflowers.
(monday, 01:17) do you remember how we used to grow roses? you told me that the thorns were sharp but it was beauty everyone was seeking. (tuesday, 02:45) my bones are made of those roses you sent. they have strewn my ribs and grown over my heart, making it bleed with every breath i take. (wednesday, 03:28) my garden used to be your temple. we would kiss under the moon, listening to the voluptuous songs of these roses. now even moonlight has abandoned me. (thursday, 04:39) oh, how could you be so cruel? you love was the most beautiful flower but now it’s just the weedery i can see. i’m pulling it one by one, demolishing it from my soul like your words out of my memory. (friday, 5:55) you know, the feeling is fading away my heart was seared with grief, then it was anger but now it’s none. and those roses are growing up again. they are mounting over all misery you have unleashed. and so am i.
you have left this garden untented but i can foster it myself // a.s. (via emiliaclaerk)
These days we get drunk off the mere suggestion of vodka and stab clove cigarettes into our mouths for bigger burns. I accidently swallowed the cherry stem I was tying for you and now it knots up in my gut. The skies flitter on, wearing pinstripe suits of blue and white. You ask me if I know what it feels like to have a rocket launcher jammed up your throat. I nod, I do. Don’t we all? Everyone’s messed up. The madhouses are aquariums and we study the fishes, we keep them entrapped like winged insects in jars. There’s this thirst in the air and no amount of rain can quench it. They say the world’s ending but it ends every year, and then it’s morning again, the birds beep as do the cars on the highway, we wake up again and breathe again and it hurts but it’s a fading hurt. Time becomes our damnation, and our salvation. Maybe on brighter days we’ll meet on tire swings and talk about how the stars are merely the fae folk in disguise.
3 AM at the Bus Stop || Excerpt From ‘Cold Music’ || j.r (via jupiterreed)
people in my life are like cigarettes they go away faster than flames you still remember your father’s smile/ wasn’t it yesterday when he made up the first lie? after letting them burn me. ignite all i have/ i’m left with nothing “i forgot, i didn’t mean to leave you behind” but when you got used to the warmth/ it’s hard to come back even when you know no one will ever stay “are you okay?” let me take another cigarette
it’s been five years/ and all i am is a ghost (via asteriea)
i woke up today with your name on my lips, your face keeps haunting my dreams, and i know there’s nothing i can do to get rid of you. i fooled myself into thinking obsession is the same thing as love. i kept hoping it would be enough and it never is. it’s not your fault i can never learn my lesson, i’m the one to blame for my broken heart.
a.b., and i still can’t let go.
when i was little i was told, you are a girl: you must be soft, you must smile when boys pull your hair and call you names, you must keep your pretty mouth shut; this is how it was and how it is: the perfect balance, the right order i clenched my little fists and said, no, i’m a girl: i will be soft, but i will be strong and i will fight, i will laugh and i will cry, i will speak my mind if i need to; this is what i want to be: a beauty, a warrior
a.b., pink blushes, blue bruises (via worldsofstarlight)
