you're loved.   a bit of wreck in the mid-Atlantic.

"More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to be close to someone.
More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to feel as if i wasn’t alone."
— 10 hours ago with 1310 notes
your lips on my lips
your hands on my hips
all I feel now are your
delicate like a feather
pleading “hold me together,”
but now all they do is restrain me like a
let me go please
I need a release
this isn’t fair, you were always such a
tell me you love me
hold my face in your palms and then flee
being with you is like being with an
they say if you truly love something to let it go
did you know
that I loved you so?"
N.E.W.,  I Wish We Could Start Over With A New “Hello” (via misehry)

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— 12 hours ago with 163 notes

I don’t regret us.
I loved you
with every inch
of my soul.

I only wish
that you could have
left me whole
for the next person
that might love me
the way you never did.

He will have pieces of me (via thoseconstellations)

(via thewordsyouneverunderstood)

— 5 days ago with 1238 notes

I’m already scared to leave.
I kissed myself along the shoulder
and down to my fingertips this morning
because you were too far away to reach -
and I’m not even gone yet.
I am so much older than I used to be,
and I think it is a good thing
except now I am scared to die
because I am probably closer to it.

I am more scared that you will go first.

‘Go’. Go first.
Like a gentle sailboat tied to the shore,
and you are just practising
and I am watching and smiling and waving from dry land.

You are just practising, and I am pressing down,
covering the wide smile you love so much with white knuckles.
I’m not gone yet. You aren’t gone yet.
You are just practising. I am not scared.

Except I am scared, and you are tearing down a mountain
and I am with you every crashing step of the way
until I’m not anymore
and when I’m not it’s only because I’m gone.
I am not scared.

i am not scared, i will stand here and take this | ishani jasmin (via ishanijasmin)

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— 5 days ago with 211 notes

You smirk, wiping my lipstick from your lips with the napkin I’d scrawled my number on. 

Your bed’s only made by my shaking hands, and on Monday’s my perfume lingers in your room, fogging up the mirror.

I leave my clothes on the floor because I know you’ll put them in the bottom drawer.

This is about forgetting, and forgiving ourselves for falling apart: a chalkboard romance held between classes.

Sometimes I catch a hint of my name when you say hers.

— 6 days ago with 3 notes
#poetry  #writing  #alt lit  #literature  #lipstick  #napkin  #bed  #monday  #perfume  #clothes  #bottom drawer  #forgetting  #forgiving  #falling apart  #chalkboard romance  #i'm not her  #but sometimes i come close 
I’m a wreck when I’m alone.

I’m writing again, but I haven’t put anything up. I promise I’ll be more active. I just got settled into college. All of you are lovely.

— 6 days ago with 2 notes
#personal  #alone  #trying to be okay 
let me introduce myself

1. the meaning behind my url
2. a picture of me
3. tattoos i have
4. last time i cried and why
5. piercings i have
6. favorite band
7. biggest turn off(s)
8. top 5 (insert subject)
9. tattoos i want
10. biggest turn on(s)
11. age
12. ideas of a perfect date
13. life goal(s)
14. piercings i want
15. relationship status
16. favorite movie
17. a fact about my life
18. phobia
19. middle name
20. anything you want to ask

(Source: novltea, via mouth-two-mouth)

— 6 days ago with 270323 notes
"Paint memories on my skin with yourself, so that I am a walking canvas who knows nothing more but what it means to be loved by you. Let me be your story; every shade and etching of darkness you have ever felt. Let me be a poster to shy your demons away. Let me be your billboard so the world is in awe of your presence, just like how Claude Monet’s paintings whisper the most picturesque scene. Allow me to be your gallery. Allow me to be your masterpiece."
c.g, 'Illustration' -13/09/2013 (via monsoleil-votrelune)
— 1 week ago with 3 notes
"For you, I’d steal the stars."
A Six Word Poem  (via l-unaticus)

(Source: radiating-hate, via jesslve)

— 1 week ago with 44319 notes
"I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human."
David Bowie   (via l-unaticus)

(Source: , via jesslve)

— 1 week ago with 67592 notes
"I regret you
undressing me,
soul and all"
— 2 weeks ago with 167 notes

A plate of quite peculiar on a dish of my own.

A tablespoon of feather, tickle me to the bone.

Give me recipes for happy with the chemicals gone,

Drinking freedom from a bottle to the tune of belong.

— 2 weeks ago with 4 notes
#blue october  #x amount of words  #music  #song  #yes