“I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.”
- Lord Alfred Tennyson
Maybe we are all crazy, that’s why we search for love in places it can never be found.
4 a.m. thoughts
Eyes like islands in the ocean
The waves of your iris pulling me in
A rip current that can’t be escaped
Sailing toward the whirlpool of your pupil
Drowning in your soul
-These Windows Are Dangerous
“People write because no one listens.”
— h.h.
And then, just like that, we became strangers to each other.
4 a.m. thoughts, words better left unsaid
The turmoil inside me has begun to settle
That should be a good thing
But now I just feel empty
As if the war inside of me has accepted its defeat
But has not lost hope
I see in your eyes your love for her
And your curiosity of me
I feel in your touch the “what if” of taking it further
The want to do it again
But now I’m wondering if I’ve become an experiment
If these feelings are worth pursuing
Or if the only time I am worthy of your affection
Is when we both have something to blame it on
- It’s not real if we aren’t sober
They say the truth will set you free, So why am I still here?
God If You Are Above by Falling In Reverse
‘A little broken is still broken,’ I pointed out. 'But fixable.’
The Impossible Knife of Memory, by Laurie Halse Anderson
Because “getting over you” would mean finally letting you go and I don’t want to forget you just yet.
(via wordsmaketheheartgrowfonder)
My earbuds were in, but I wasn’t playing music. I needed to hear the world but I didn’t want the world to know I was listening.
The Impossible Knife of Memory, by Laurie Halse Anderson
/pərˈniSHəs/(adjective)having a harmful effect, especially in a gradual or subtle way.
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