February 2012
“A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the...”
– Albert Einstein (via kari-shma
)
52hearts:
Some things, whether it’s books or people or music or movies may disappoint you, but nothing can ever replace the moment they don’t — as in the single moment you fall in love with them, because that moment will always feel like the best thing in the world.
mynameiselly:
I keep thinking in line breaks and metaphors, you’re the best thing that ever happened to my poetry, and the worst thing that happened to me.
mynameiselly:
For a moment the world was still and quiet and true, because for what looked like a second on the outside, but felt like an eternity on this inside, your words wrapped their arms around an aching heart and made something in this life worth it.
52hearts:
the thing is
i will never not be able
to help but
think of you in every
pause i take, in every
hesitation, in every
word i don’t say, and the
breaths i hold inside
all because i was
saving them all
towards the courage
i needed
to take the leap i wanted
to make
with (only) you
{l’ho provato sulla mia pelle}: and i have a... →
52hearts:
and i have a feeling that i will still write you until the end of my days because i won’t know how not to, as the girl that many speak of because in most cases, like my own, that girl is themselves. and as long as there will still be words, there will be a copious amount of letters and wooden…
yours truly: Two days ago, a drunk girl stumbled... →
17felines:
Two days ago, a drunk girl stumbled past this doorway, blood and sand arranged like a jigsaw puzzle of a hand on her skin. In the morning, the detectives, who’d seen it all before, muttered, what a waste.
But love yet tries to change this world back to itself. Today, rain puddles like…
52hearts:
the hardest part about this is knowing our lives will always be one sliding door away from one another, always overlapping, but never opening up to the same path where we may meet again because i know that i have to walk the other way even if i see a thread from your sweater stuck on a nail in the door frame, i can’t save us — i can only save me, from you, and from repeating the very...