This is the space between what I thought and what I said.
“
—is this what good bye is supposed to sound like (via loveserum)
This good bye tastes different
It’s got more of a finality to it-
a subtle hint of everything
that has crashed down around us
There’s no more room
for fighting or crying
No tearing down each other’s walls
or even building them back up again
so this good bye tastes different
in that “I could’ve sworn this was gonna last but we still ended up here” kind of way
this good bye is just
you, me,
and not enough reasons to stay
—is this what good bye is supposed to sound like (via loveserum)
(via skywoah)
“
—httpsraniasvibess (via wnq-writers)
you might never understand my ways of you showing you love.
Since I never really told you I love you.
But I’ve expressed it into ways words could’ve never showed.
I loved you when I woke you up from bed because you were having a nightmare.
I loved you when I made us breakfast at 3am in the morning just because we were too lazy to go out.
I loved you even when I took the bottle of vodka from you just to stop you from talking about how you wanted to marry me in your sleep.
I loved you even in your darkest days when you wanted nothing but to fall asleep in my arms.
I loved you so damn much when you were putting your favorite song in the car and dancing your worries away.
I loved you so much when you told me your lame jokes and i called you an idiot.
I loved you so much that I no longer thought the sea was what kept me alive.
but you did.
You were oceans and every damn sea and I couldn’t do anything about it , but fall inlove with you every single day.
- you were oceans and every damn sea.
—httpsraniasvibess (via wnq-writers)
(via skywoah)
“
—November, 2016, by H.B. (via allmymetaphors)
Time goes on. I am shrinking.
In the summer,
it was hideous. Girls like me
are better off invisible. Now, it is fall.
Or it is moving forward. I am all full skirts
and decay.
I cannot go. I cannot stay.
Either way, things will change,
and I will be a different girl than I was before.
.
Knowing this,
my pain feels more or less meaningless.
Still, I paint it out. I call old friends
and pretend I am still the one they left behind.
I change my mind a thousand times. I rock
back and forth. The chairs on my back porch
are rusting. Hurricanes threaten my permanence,
but I beg them to blow me away.
At least then I would have a reason that I couldn’t stay.
—November, 2016, by H.B. (via allmymetaphors)
(via sweetestsecrets)
“ My biggest fear isn’t that you’ll lie to me one day or that you’ll cheat on me. My biggest fear is that you’ll wake up before me one Tuesday morning and instead of leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, you’ll look at my sleeping body and start to notice all of my flaws. My crooked nose, my chapped lips and the stretch marks spread along my stomach and thighs like a road map. You’ll think about my random spouts of jealousy and the fact that I talk too much. You’ll remember how annoying it is that no matter what, I’m always right and just how selfish I can be sometimes. You’ll walk into the kitchen, brew a cup of black coffee, stare at the pale morning rays of sunlight entering the window frame, and come to the conclusion, that for no particular reason at all, you don’t love me anymore.
—things that keep me up at night (via fam-e)
—things that keep me up at night (via fam-e)
(via skywoah)
September traces cracks in the roof of her heart. Cradling a current between bones that now begins to move. September watches loosening shadows at midnight. Her mouth like charcoal tastes no sound. She walks home with softer intentions for tomorrow.
(via sweetestsecrets)
“ I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn’t with me, I think I made him up.
—Jenny Downham, Before I Die (via thelovejournals)
—Jenny Downham, Before I Die (via thelovejournals)
(via skywoah)
“ You were a good place to land. I fell into you and exploded into softness. I have been searching my whole life for hands trusting enough to become undone in.
—iammyss, the audacity of softness - that’s how you know it’s love. (via wnq-writers)
—iammyss, the audacity of softness - that’s how you know it’s love. (via wnq-writers)
(via skywoah)