February 2012
10 posts
misswallflower:
“Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter – your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give.”
― Ted Hughes
“Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.”
– J.K. Rowling (via insulus)
one foot in and one foot back, but it don't pay to...
sipping my venti-iced-coffee-with-soy-and-three-splenda across from a stranger who made me spill tears into my beverage.
“victoria, i’ll tell you one thing. i’ve had many relationships and if i’ve learned anything, anything, its this: you’ve got to treat the one that you’re with like a lover, not just like the one you’re with. all those giggles and...
Paul: you give yourself no credit
me: ....
Paul: youre stronger than you think you are
Paul: stop being so frail
January 2012
57 posts
“Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great...”
– Dag Hammarskjold (via lisapark) (via kari-shma)
“Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that...”
– Fragile Things, Neil Gaiman (via scatterhearted)
all love comes back to you, its all given or...
the next time i fall in love.
and there will be a next time.
flowers will litter the floor, the hallway, the bed. candles will be lit all over the house, from the fireplace mantle to the kitchen table to the bathroom shelves to the nightstand in the bedroom.
and he will light those candles. spread those rose petals.
there will be love letters written on mirrors in lipstick. i love yous and i...
Leak
tylerknott:
I finally understand that I do not write, I leak. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
“It seems to me that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension, which we...”
– ~ Rainier Maria Rilke
mind. blown.
when the sun runs out and there's no one to save...
if the world should end tomorrow,
if the sun did not rise, if it turned and ran back into the night to be with its lover, the moon, and decided never again to grace us with its presence,
if the walls started caving in and there was nowhere to run,
if the sky really did start falling and chicken little was right,
where would you want to be?
would you forgive all the trespassings and the...
“…and I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don’t know if I’m a falcon, a...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via scatterhearted)
“She believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere, and for this reason she...”
– Sunflower, by Gyula Krúdy (via saras-scrapbook)
somewhere out on the highway, i'm sure that she's...
little by little.
day by day.
moment by moment.
i am me again.
its surreal, you know? three days ago it was like i didn’t know who me was to even try to get back to. but if i close my eyes and let myself forget i am right back in that apartment one october ago and i’m the same person i was then. i’m laying in red sheets with a scarred heart and a bruised ego. but i’m...
“And I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That...”
– Chris Cleave (via anditslove)
“When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, you begin to...”
– Pema Chödrön (via whimsicalele)
“Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great...”
– Dag Hammarskjold (via lisapark) (via kari-shma)
on the first page of our story the future seemed...
she said she loved that one friend who was falling in love like the ending credits are coming in an hour and a half.
seven months later i made a sarcastic comment about the rolling of the ending credits.
and now, my dear, here you are in the theater all alone as they start cleaning up the popcorn.
the lights are on. everything looks different in the light, now. the magic is gone, the images...
“You can’t miss forever.
No matter how close forever feels right now.
You can’t...”
– I Wrote This For You: The Snow Falls On Forever (Hush)
you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness.
i’ll leave it all behind.
the stairs outside the coffee shop where we talked under the stars and i cried and held your hand and held your face and put the headphones in your ears so that you could hear that we would make it.
the room in which we made love the best time, when we both reached that place that people write whole novels about.
the freeway onramp where we first talked about forever.
...
if anyone asks, i'll tell them we just grew apart....
is it over yet? can i open my eyes?
open my eyes. look around my empty room. see new drawings, sketches, words, phrases that now litter my walls in hopes of making me feel a little something better when i.
open my eyes.
reach for something, someone next to me. pause. realize there’s no one next to me, just my laptop open to whatever tv show i fell asleep to. stop to realize that its...
“And now everyone else I ever love is going to think me boring. Because I used it...”
– I Wrote This For You: The Cupboard Is Empty