thedevilstacos:

you tell me not to give up on you, and inside my head, i laugh; how could he possibly think i would ever give up on something so terrifyingly beautiful?

i am sun-dresses and smiles and the barista who re-makes your drink 4 times, just because you can’t remember what it…

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writingsforwinter:

Do not cave like your grandmother’s spine did

the day she fell down the stairs for the last time.

Loneliness is just a sheep in wolves’ clothing.

You know exactly how to tame it, to let it eat out of your palm.

When he puts up his fists, remember that all palm lines…

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One day I will tell you what I’ve been.
It will scare you.
Yrsa Daley-Ward, “revelation,” bone (via lifeinpoetry)

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Gone…a Springtime in September Haiku

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

september springtime
might as well be greek to me
she removed my warmth

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If it’s all the same to you I’ll stay indifferent. turned 2 today!

If it’s all the same to you I’ll stay indifferent. turned 2 today!

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

what happens on that day

when i run out of room in my heart
love has no place to land
the nooks and crannies full

what happens to the love that would pass me by
on autumns breezes
and springs blooms
my heart beats for you…no more

what happens when the sun forgets to rise
the darkness lingering…

It all ends…that’s what happens.

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