#life poem

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

Don’t let anyone who hasn't been in your shoes tell you how to tie your laces.

k.b. // unknown

[errolzunic]

I'm not cold. I'm just your reflection.

Author: Errol Zunic

[minimalist-quotes]

The moment you understand and can answer that question as to why they hurt you, you become them.

[usefulquotes7]

“I lied and said I was busy.

I was busy;

but not in a way most people understand.

I was busy taking deeper breaths.

I was busy silencing irrational thoughts.

I was busy calming a racing heart.

I was busy telling myself I am okay.

Sometimes, this is my busy -

and I will not apologize for it.”

- Brittin Oakman

[wordswithloveee]

[poemwithoutwords]

"If we must die

Can we die on a day

That's close to a night?

I want to admire the sunrise and the sunset with you."

~ For the people who died in a winter

[m00wd]

If It's Important To You, Don't Listen Yo Those Who Think It's Nonsense.

[lyricissm]

fall out boy - I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)

[savingwords]

The heart is supposed to fall

In love,

And for someone

But mine is quiet,

Still at it’s place

It doesn’t beat in sync with someone’s

But it beats for me

I’m not giving it up

But wear it on my sleeve

And treat it gently

[praphull-ki-diary]

[strawberrytallcakee]

sometimes I feel like a lily blooming in the meadows soft mornings, when the sun is just about to rise. other times when the full moon is high and shines bright; I bloom again, alone in the heaviness of the night.

an escapable love I have for the ability to balance in my soul, both darkness & light.

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

Love should calm the storm inside of you, not provoke it.

k.b. // drowning, resurfacing: notes on heartbreak & healing by frankie riley

[errolzunic]

God knows how much i bled. I formed a river of my own blood. But happily i wasn't crying that much, so i could pay more attention to where the river flows at. I followed it, and was surprised what i found at the end. Myself.

Author: Errol Zunic

[poetic-solitude]

If you ended your own life

Would it be poetic justice

Being killed

By your own creation

[usefulquotes7]