"Forgive my fingers
for when they find your body
they will lose themselves."
"The sea is in me
and all of these lonely waves
wash upon your shore."
Your fingers running through my hair,
Racing towards the ends.
Hoping when they finish, they’ll start all over again.
And when those luscious lips touch mine,
It’s a taste so nostalgic.
Sending a shock through my body,
Igniting a flame.
Stay close next to this heart of mine,
Let me shelter you from every storm.
I will keep you safe.
I will keep you warm.
"Get out of bed, make a hot drink and go outside. You owe yourself that much. Maybe you still cry in far too many public bathrooms, but I swear, you stay a few seconds less every time. Smile at strangers if it’s all you can do, know that life doesn’t start when the sun rises or the credits roll but when you decide it’s time to go after what you deserve, and you deserve everything because we are alive both only once and a million times every day and every minute is something new to learn and someone new to love, and if it all crashes and burns as it so often does cling on to hope through it all and don’t ever ever ever let it go. Start your life again whenever you need to. Repeat after me: it is not yet the end. It is not yet the end. It is not yet the end."
"Find someone who makes you feel drunk when you’re sober"
Bitches be like.
I heard a sad story once.
About a girl who seemed so happy, and felt so happy
Yet depression was the overcast of the day
And the dark clouds at night
And in the morning, she woke up sad.
But she got out of bed knowing this life she had wasn’t bad
And at no point, did she want to walk through that tunnel
Because it’s still too dark to see the light.
And she was scared of judgement,
So she kept to herself.
She knows few people, but none of them know her.
Thinking she’s an open book.
There’s no words on these pages, though.
She still calls them friends.
A word she holds dear to her heart
No one likes deception, so she keeps an eye on her back
Because she could still feel the knives.
Blades cold with lies.
She often wonders why
They all left her, while she had tears in her eyes
Bleeding out innocence?
She never sought vengeance.
Even after the one night stands who made her feel pretty
Only to be used,
She still thinks this world is beautiful.
I wrote a story once
It filled the pages of an empty book.
This makes me want to fucking cry
this is my favorite poem ever
I don’t even care that this is in color. This is a damn visual representation of the best damn poem ever. I love this. So much.
Reblogging this again.
This hurts my heart, but i love it
i love this so so so much
I’ll always reblog this when it resurfaces.
The divine Miss Dita.
I just want to watch anime with you all day.
Water + Ink
Once upon a midnight DEAL WITH IT.
I give a fuck, nevermore.
merely a bro, nothing more.
#suddenly there came a swagging as of someone gangsta rapping #rapping at my chamber door
Quoth the raven, “Swag galore”