“I’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this. The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did. It’s not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live…”
— Bright Eyes
“I’ve got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain But what was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane.”
— Bright Eyes, Lua.
If I could choose to love anyone,
It would always be you.
No matter what century, era, period, or life.
It’d be you.
It is you.
And it will always be you.
nnew-phhilosophy (via wnq-writers)
I’m like a jigsaw puzzle nobody can put together because I purposely show different pieces of myself to different people. Nobody ever sees the whole picture… they never truly see ‘me’ in my entirety, just small aspects I have polished and refined enough to deem them ‘acceptable’ to put on show. I’m not ‘fake’… I am in fact very genuine but I keep a lot hidden because I know that knowledge is power… and it is only if you give someone the knowledge of who are in your entirety that you give them the power to hurt you.
I want you.
I want you in every sense of the word.
I want time with you,
I want adventure with you,
Hell, I want naps with you–
Friends on Netflix in the background.
I want your hand in my hand,
Your lips on my lips,
My body curving into your body;
We fit together so well.
I want laughter with you,
I want conversation with you,
Dear god, I even want arguments with you
Because it means we’re together
and we care.So let’s do it.
Let’s make the jump
Together.
Take my hand
And love me.
Let me love you.
Because you once said
We could’ve lived a beautiful story,
And I know now that’s the only story
I want to read.I want to write
A beautiful story
With you.
(via chatoyantes)
It’s an awful feeling not knowing where you stand with someone.
Day 41 (via myonlywayoutofhere)
There are times your love reaches the darkest crevasses of my mind and makes them blossom with light and for an instant there I feel like everything will be alright however, there are other times you are the cause of the demons that make it hard to sleep at night. It’s an on going battle, you fill me up with hope just to bring me back down. At the end of the day once again, you have me wrapped around your finger.
My favorite thing about you is how that laugh can brighten the night sky.
My favorite thing about us is how well we fit together, I can lay with you all day.
My favorite thing about you is the way kids fall in love with you so easily, kinda like I did.
My favorite thing about us is the way we stay up till dawn just talking about anything, absolutely anything.
My favorite thing about me is how I became a better person from the day I met you.
(via latenightrendevouz)
Listen, she is the type of person who will turn you into poetry.
She will memorize the feel of your fingers individually, the crinkling of skin around your eyes when you smile, the slight bulge that forms between your eyebrows when you’re angry, the sound of your bare feet padding on the wooden floors early in the morning, the shape of your mouth, the thumping beat of your heart in your wrists.
She will merely look at you watching something with bright eyes and immediately think that you are made of billions of stars and they are seeping out of you. She will secretly gaze at you gazing at her and wonder if your palms feel like they’re on fire like you’re chest, and if your tongue feels like sandpaper. She will also stare at you unconsciously, because you are like the words that she can’t imagine writing every day.
She will catch every sigh that you take, every swallow, every tilt of your lips, every tangle and untangle of your fingers, every moan, every nervous or outbursting laugh, every response of your body, and analyze the meaning behind it.
She will love you like a poet.
So please be gentle,
for many poets die
from a broken heart.
Lovers who are poets (via aawordthings)
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