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it is a terrible thing
to love the unreachable;
i found this out
on a friday night
where in a whole room of people
the world starts and ends
on your lips and
i knew i was staring at
the dusting of your freckles
but couldn’t resist
it is a terrible thing to love
your friends
i am burning alive
for it.
r.i.d (via inkskinned)
November has your name now.
You were a dream, lingering
On the outskirts of my mind.
I can’t recall your eyes, your face,
Only remnants of happiness,
An afterthought of what could have been.
The last time I saw you smile,
You called me beautiful.
I didn’t speak to you for weeks.
Sometimes I search for old conversations.
I never find any.
Perhaps that’s a good thing.
The brightest day was when I met you,
You faded so slowly, gradually,
I’m not sure when you vanished.
This grief still sits like a stone in my chest,
Lungs heavy with soot and ash–
You set my world on fire,
Left your matchstick homes alight.
I think you said you cared,
But everything has dissipated.
It could have just as easily been a dream,
Though sleep no longer finds me easily.
How do I sin enough to find you again?
poeticallyordinary “Draft (daft) letter to a garbage head” (via poeticallyordinary)
here,
at the center of my wrist,
crook of my elbow,
first few vertebrae that
click like a roller coaster
can’t you see your name
printed in my very skin
in these freckles, in the
glow i’m wearing, in my
blood stream,
can’t you see i was born
waiting for you,
missing someone i had
never met
i used to be lonely
for a place i had never been,
ache down to my left toe
for it
but here
i curl up in your iris
and finally find
a home
in it.
I see lights
in between
our fingertips,
I hear the
sweetest
melodies
flowing out
of your lips,
and here
in this place
lies my dreams
making it
easier for me
to breathe.
ma.c.a // You, Me, and My Writings (via vomitingwords)
I love people
the same way
I drink -
little sips after
little sips,
and as I feel
the warmth
of it wrap through
my bones,somewhere in between
the glass touching
the skin on
my lips to
the liquid pouring
down my throat…I lose control.
love and alcohol // Genefe Navilon (via theprocast)
“Well, well, will you look at that,” he said, looking out the window, “it’s pouring out there.”
He turned to her, wearing a soft smile on his lips,
“I guess the sky wants you to stay too.”
Words that spill from your lips, whether they are filled with intentions or just a residue of an explosion from a hollow feeling, they cannot be taken back. Words that are once spoken, will live forever in the heart of another.
Lukas W. // Words live on (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes; for those who love with heart and soul there is no separation.
Rumi (via quotemadness)


