Am I Part of the Cure or the Disease?: I feasted... →
open-heart-eyes-wings: I feasted on your lips tonight, A pair of wet and plump pink salmon. I drank in your coffee ground brown eyes, Barely visible against the starless night. ———————————————————- I sought you out With tender hands, On your chest, Your hips, Your sweat-drenched neck Where I planted sweet…
I can't help but smile to strangers.
I almost cried in public today - which is surprising - because I’m pretty sure that I lit up the day for many people - a few even went out of their way and told me how much I blew them away - they were curious as to how I did it - how I learned the trick to being so very happy.
I’m to that point - late at night - alone - terrible day at work - where I think that if anyone asked me to come and stay the night - I would. I want to feel strong arms locked around me - ah, I am just so - I am so terribly lonely.
roomtemperaturelovers-deactivat asked: you quickly became one of my favorite blogs, just so you know.
verrloren asked: You are the sweetest. Thanks for your recent support. :)
openhearteyeswings asked: how was your camping trip?
yousillysillygirl: It is completely counterintuitive for me to hold back from someone how much I love and miss them.
I'm glad that the most popular thing I've written...
pezsface: I can’t ever say we slept together, I dread what people would think I meant, Because when I was with you that one night We just slept and then we dreamt. The innocence we shared In our dreams that sailed through the skies Were so amazing that when we woke I saw them replayed in your eyes. Beautiful.
starry eyed: yours. →
garandss: No, no, no, no. I have to have you. You’re sitting on the other side of the room, seemingly preoccupied with the rain that is falling outside. It seems clear to everyone else how I’m feeling. And of course, you don’t notice, but you never do. I can’t seem to face the idea of moving on, handing… Ah, flawless.
wordsbecomeswords: I talk to a wall and tell myself “I’m not crazy.” But I expect an answer anyway so maybe I am. haha, Perfect.
Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I...– Separation, W.S. Merwin (via sillylinzi)
deathbyheadphones: Realizing you fucked up, having to suck it up One of the worst feelings to experience Knowing you were wrong all along
fragilemirr0rsandskies: There are many types of ghosts. The ones that haunt us at night The ones that send us writhing in pain and the ones of yesterday. FragileMirr0rsandSkies
Life isn’t all that bad - there are so many people to love - too many to get stuck on just one.
I mean, I guess all that I - all that I desperately want is for you to stay - oh please - tell me that you will try your very best - that you will not suddenly go ahead and - fade away from me.
I think that - quite possibly - my favorite word will always be ‘exhale’ - there is nothing more liberating, more relaxing than the pure essense of this collection of letters. All that is is capable of being exhaled from the body and from the mind - if you simply accept that you are finally letting them leave you for the air - darling, I swear that this is a good thing - you are now...
recognizingthevoiceless: Carole’s note: I found this eerie and powerful. inhisbelly: After I burned your memory, I felt it. That cradle; that cave; that maternal squeeze that the manifestation of your manipulation in my spine deprived me of and I felt so warm under that blanket of earth as your grey life force cascaded out of my lungs that there was no you or I, just breath.
recognizingthevoiceless: Joy’s note: This master of brevity- worth a read. bianchiblue: comfort and safety were part of every to-do - i tore up the list
In The Morning
recognizingthevoiceless: Roggy’s Note: She writes with marked proficiency. That is all. foxy-fox: You lived like a liquid flame in this girl’s body; your animal fever intimate with my heart and most of all I miss the colors of your pleasure all night, your brilliant rhythm and beat lingering in me and I will always remember the magic of your voice in the morning. This is beautiful.
The worst thing about endings is knowing that just ahead is the daunting task of...– - Jodi Picoult, Keeping Faith (via sjagustin) Terribly daunting indeed.
garandss: This feeling of desertion can’t be worse than never having anyone.
4zazel: It’s okay that you’re always on my mind….right?
Anonymous asked: what is your name?
It’s kind of crazy how one night can differ so enormously from another - last night I was listening to your exhales and sharp inhales as our bodies fought to feel one another - and tonight - well, tonight I am merely here - alone in my own bed.
Bedspace D: Test-Taking →
callmeshea: You know when someone cares about you, when you’re never sure. When you see them and, like the expansiveness of the universe, you wonder. How far would they go to show me they care? Will they always be there? Are they going to run away? Could I’m make them cry, or fall to their knees? You’re…
roggyscanvas: I rummage through the fabrics of time to find a cloak that smells of you — a safety net.
garandss: Maybe things will be different. Maybe things will go my way. But would it make a difference? Everything I love goes away.
badcgijosh: I don’t think we take enough time to appreciate the periods in our life when our noses aren’t runny. Is your nose runny right now? No? Think about that. Honestly reflect on it. Enjoy this era of peace. There are dark times on the horizon
happymonk: It is not your body that makes me tremble and sway and sigh in exasperation it is the beauty of your soul.
Looking back on it - I’ve never felt more comfortable with anyone - in my life. I did not even flinch when I leaned in to kiss you - to kiss you goodbye.
rryland: Do you ever just wanna sit next to someone and listen to everything they could possibly say about anything ever just because you like their face and their voice and their general existence.
lostrhyme: Has it ever occurred to you that every face you pass has a sad story to tell. The world does not revolve around you. Some are cut deeper. Some are more broken. You’ll never know with just a passing glance or a single glimpse.
in a reflection
40ozphilosopher: a river’s water can only reflect what it sees streams of consciousness
taiamadeleine: it’s almost a lack of feeling, this not-feeling, that dogs my steps on this hot-tired day and I wonder if - perhaps- there might be more than just this?
an-ailsa: So without realising We bonded over bitterness and Belief in the Futility of all human Interaction and then Looked down at Ourselves and saw Hypocrisy. (Bugger.)
thepenspeaks: From a distance, we observe each other’s faults. Falling in love with the imperfections. Our thoughts of what could be, locked away forever. Afraid of rejection. Time passes and no progress. Eventually, it’s too late.
particles of me are scattered across the ocean, collect me if you can and hold...– the girl soul (via thegirlsoul)