May 2012
256 posts
keepcalmandquotewoodyallen asked: then again she realized change would have to wait. a flick of the wrist, a change in the weather: as easy as that, all was gone. the caress of the breeze on her rough, birthmarked cheeks burdened heavy questions that weren't ready for an answer. the dire lust for someone (to empathize when mr. sandman had forgotten her yet again) began to shrivel, and like an anchor tying her to the present,...
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My heart is a tender flower, pressed between the pages of an unused novel.
So I save all of my love and words . lock them into the corners of my mind and the spaces between my ribs.
It isn’t safe to feel.
sailingaugust asked: I am terribly sorry that your heart is heavy. I woul write you a poem, but I am afraid I am all out of beautiful words. I hope you aren't sad for much longer. x
neverstopbelievingitspossible asked: You are such a beautiful soul and your words fill my mind with sweet thoughts and nostalgia for things I'm not even sure I've experienced. But that's what I love. Writing that can take you places; writing that makes you explore everything. Never give up ever and God bless you <3
herecomesthemystery asked: Be happy! People with blogs as good as yours and a heart as big as yours should enjoy every moment of life!
Leave me something here? My heart is heavy. →
it shouldnt matter. It didnt matter. I didnt mean a thing to you and just because youre beautiful and give me things to jot down in notebooks, does not mean you meant a thing to me either. Because I see now, that you didnt.
Lets go out and makeout with cuties everyone
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there are things that spew and spill and drip from mouths that I lap up and swallow and let grow in my heart until there are twigs and petals sprouting from my nostrils. youve left me.
Anonymous asked: I saw/her in a/bar,/unrecognisable, unknown,/a forgotten mystery./curve of face/eluded/a past life,/how could/I/forget such a curve?
A short story of lies.
I’m fine I promise.
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I may be young and vulnerable, naive and possibly youth drunk, but I have never witnessed a love that has lasted.
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“I want to fall in love,” Her voice drifted from the window sill and pinned itself, smokey and quiet, to my clothing. I rubbed my fingers over the fabric of my night shirt. She was hanging out in the night air again, kissing stars and dreaming up kingdoms. Her hair twirled itself in knots and tangles down her back. The wind was keeping it awake. “Well. No. In fact, darling, I...
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How could I possibly catch you running barefoot through clovers toward the lakes dock.
Your toes curled at first touch of the water, and I was still on the front porch, caught somewhere between earth and you.
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(1) the tide surmounted the moon that night.
His laugh was liquid classical melodies (Maybe Chopin or Wagner, did you say he was your favorite?) He smiled at me from across the dimly lit room and coiled himself against the quilts. As usual, in his hands existed a paintbrush. Fingernails spotted orange and green, he painted masterpieces on my skin. When he slept, I found myself in the shadow on...
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Lilacs are growing where my heart was once beating the veins are now vines and the cells are now buds. I fall asleep in petals. It is Summer.
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And I imagine when I find you I will feel the weight of the sky and the moon and its neighbors; the stars, lift from my shoulders because you carry them inside of you Dancing like droplets of water fallen from leaves edges (you never let me leap over)
You read prose with ease, easy morning breakfast’s in pools of blankets and drippings of us. Sweet curiosities on my tongue tip, touch...
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Last night I waited for you, as you ran in the opposite direction, stringing your fears along like a child’s red wagon on the gravel. My head was as heavy as the stars pulled by gravity. My heart has been broken and unused (a new glass dropped) I expect too much and recieve too little, hold my hand out for grasp and get passed by. (again and again)
Yesterday, I fingered your name...
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“I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably...”
– “The Fault in our Stars”, John Green (via freins)
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I dont need you, I simply want to.
Sometimes when I see someone out and I think they look nice, I make sure I tell them. Because, I know when I was feeling insecure, I wished someone would say something to lighten the day. Pass it on.
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I picture the smile on my face when we lived in Florida and the waters ran through our back yard. I pressed my lips to boys and girls, love unhindered and unchecked and allowed. I don’t know why I bother tracing the lines in your palm when these will only eventually become missed memories placed at the front of my head. You’ve been cheated and lied to and pushed into dark corners...
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Honey dipped kiss, flower petal soft lips. I traced wishes into the knots of your spine. Your tongue spelled out l-u-s-t or maybe it was m-u-s-t but it tasted sweet.
I was born mid-Spring, mid-dreamed and spoiled. You were adopted from ideas of love forever lasting but didn’t. Regretful parents and heated mouths. I feel my skin open up around you, allowing the air to swell and my body to...
the breath of nine thousand doves: "I must have... →
lithely:
I’ve softened in your hands, calloused but dignified, pinching my warm belly fat. It’s autumn and you’ve managed to kiss away each of my imperfections before the trees have had a chance to lament the loss of their leaves. It’s funny how tangles always find a way to unravel themselves, isn’t it?…
Anonymous asked: but if you quit tumblr i wont get to read your writings anymore :(
true life im in love with lauren conrad okay.
I think that a majority of relationships dont work because one or both people are looking for someone to make them whole. Another person doesnt make you whole. I think you have to fall in love with yourself before you can love anyone else.
If I shall bloom where I am planted, then I shall bloom between two cities, beneath the boardwalks of a beach town, beside the bridge in a tuscan village. And if you were to bloom, you would in a field.
Where you belong.
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Honey Bee by Zee Avi
such a lovely song.
