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There’s a tumblr post floating around somewhere that says “We think that if we get better at writing, it will someday stop sounding like we wrote it” or something along those lines.
Does anyone happen to have a link handy? I want to reference it in an advice post.
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How am I supposed to tell my father that I am scared to walk alone at night in our neighborhood because of the truth that I grew up with? That girls were raped whilst walking home in the late of night.
How am I supposed to make him see the fear that is etched into my bones when he immediately says that "statistics say that more men get hurt than girls get raped"?
How am I supposed to tell him that I fear walking around at 2 am because even though I grew up with that fear etched in my bones, a man still placed his unwanted hands on my body and took away my freedom of choice?
How am I supposed to look him in the eyes and say that his daughter can't walk around at night like he did, because men will take her walking outside, alone, as an invitation?
I can't tell him that because he refuses to listen.
I am my fathers daughter, but I can not walk alone at two am because men will once again say yes before I can protest.
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“Everybody dies, but not everybody lives.”
— unknown - (hatin)
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Pone una de tus canciones favoritas sin saberlo mientras me agarra la mano y dibuja cosas sin sentido sobre ella. Suena ese estribillo que siempre cantabas y él también se deja la voz mientras yo no sé si sonreír o evitar mirarle a los ojos. Todo es tan diferente y nuevo, pero a la vez tan nostálgico. Ya no eres tú, ni vas a volver a serlo. Y por primera vez, no está doliendo.
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I shouldn’t be thinking it
I shouldn’t be desiring it
I shouldn’t be hoping it
But I can’t fucking help to think about kissing you
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Perdona si ya no te pienso a diario , perdona si ya no te regalo la misma luna como solía hacerlo .
@sweetdisastersotob
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Love
We usually talk about the all consuming one: the one when you fall without any sort of breaks.
The one that makes your head spin, your heart flutter and your belly filled with butterflies.
We never talk about the other kind though: the one who feels like home.
The one that is comfortable, with casual handholding and a sense of calm at hearing their voice.
I think we would recognize love a lot more if we didn’t bind it to the head over heels kind.
Love is a peculiar thing and shouldn’t be categorized.
- E. Johansson
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Your eyes are pulling me in,
Tethering me to reality
Or a dream.
I don’t know,
I don’t really care.
I can’t decide if I want to push you away
(a Veerry small part of me says that that’s the best option),
Or if I want to pull you in, closer to me,
to feel your body against mine,
to reach up and kiss you
(A majority of me wants to ignore my voice of reason).
All of me is stuck,
Not knowing what to do,
should I kiss you or leave you be?
I want to kiss you so bad though.
~ E.Johansson
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“You are beautiful. Own it. Walk like your hips move mountains.”
— Unknown (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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“I was bleeding with a September kind of longing; the type of longing that is both patient and unconditional.”
— Huang O, tr. by Kenneth Rexroth & Ling Chung from “To The Tune ‘Soaring Clouds’,”
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“If only I had known you liked me, maybe I would’ve had the courage to tell you I loved you too.”
- 12:38 AM if I wasn’t so oblivious...
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But if you really loved her,
If you honestly, truly loved her,
Then you wouldn’t have broken her heart.
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الكلمة نور .. وبعض الكلمات قبور
— A word can be light, and some words can be graves.
عبد الرحمن الشرقاوي
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Aries: I will see you when I sleep, but I no longer call them dreams.
Taurus: I had to apologize to myself again for still loving you.
Cancer: I am lonely on days without you. (I am lonely every day).
Gemini: I have nothing to give you but hollow ribs and a paper heart that so easily burns.
Leo: Some days I want to scream until I don't recognize my own voice & some days the clouds look like the things that broke your heart.
Scorpio: I have written words looking for a home, looking for you.
Sagittarius: The sun has risen but I’m finding it hard to clean the night from my mouth, the moon has left silver stains of your smile on my teeth.
Virgo: Why doesn't really matter when you love them bad enough.
Libra: My heart is still trying to build a lifetime with the few moments that we had.
Capricorn: Saying I miss you hurts more than not having anyone to miss.
Aquarius: You're easy to want & hard to be away from.
Pisces: The only time I ever needed you was now & forever.
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