abletosaveher

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

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved."
Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via wordsnquotes)

(via wordsnquotes)

— 6 hours ago with 1294 notes
"

I put off washing my clothes
for what felt like weeks.
last night I finally washed
the ones I wore
when you were here.
I haven’t touched the
sheets yet. It might be
laziness, but the longer
I wait - the longer
you may linger.

They have a charged
memory of you somehow.
I’ve put away the photographs.
I’ll send back the clothes
you left hanging
in my bedroom

Soon I will be forced
to wash the sheets.

I can’t pretend anymore
that you will be here again
coming back to find them
exactly as you left them
coming back to find me
just the same.

"
"Pretending To Move On" By Radha Kistler {radhakistler.com} (via floatinginthethoughtstreams)
— 6 hours ago with 25 notes

mooneyedandglowing:

buttonpoetry:

Patrick Maloney - “Lighthouses”

"Fall in love. Convince them that you are the person you wish you were, and you will work so hard to trick them into believing you that you might actually become it."

A beautiful, uplifting poem from Patrick Maloney of the University of Minnesota, performing during Button’s third Inside Voices show.

"There is a difference between a great life and an easy one and most of us spend so much time trying to have both we die with full wallets and short obituaries. There’s only so much light inside of us, only a few things can blossom in the gardens of our bodies, and I don’t want to drown my saplings in vodka or netflix (…) so when the night falls and the wind dies, I follow the breadcrumb trail of lighthouses."

— 6 hours ago with 1779 notes
"It was a strange time. I couldn’t tell if the signs needed to be listened to or ignored."
— 8 hours ago with 23 notes
The Weather Forecaster →

writingsforwinter:

In today’s news: a chance of rain and a moon that rises like a burnt peach

over the two of us in bed.

Years ago, a close friend got an inner thigh tattoo of a compass rose

To remind her that despite the man who hurt her,

She still knew exactly where she was going.

Tonight, I place all the tea…

— 9 hours ago with 260 notes
"Some days I won’t want to talk. But please stay. Kiss me. Make my heart pound so loud it forces me to remember I’m alive."
(via for-the-homies)

(Source: seymourbooty, via hbbeach)

— 9 hours ago with 33325 notes
"You looked at me with those stone-cold eyes,
And I knew,
I was finished.
You were so empty,
So hollow,
So vacant,
That I want you to invite me inside,
Because it looked like you could use some company,
And I think I can make a home in your bones.
And you can tell me why
You have scars on the insides of your thighs,
And why your lips always frown at the sound of “love”,
And why you tell boys to call you, when you never plan on picking up the phone.
You can tell me
What made you so empty,
Because I think I could be the one to care about you.
If you’d let me,
Please,
Let me."
N.E.W.,  Let Your Icy Heart Melt With Me. (via lookingforsomeonewhocares)
— 9 hours ago with 122 notes
"and all i know of silence is that
when people go, they leave these great cold
vacuums
and all i know of space is that 
humans can’t survive in it."
— 14 hours ago with 1668 notes
"That one was so beautiful I used to watch him sleep. If I had to sum up what he did to me, I’d say it was this: he made me sing along to all the bad songs on the radio. Both when he loved me and when he didn’t."
Jenny Offill, Dept. Of Speculation (via dolorimeter)

(via rustyvoices)

— 16 hours ago with 493 notes
"Words are all we have."
Samuel Beckett (via mythologyofblue)

(via layll)

— 1 day ago with 137 notes
"I think I’m sad again."
— 2 days ago with 10 notes