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He was always taking advantage of me. He used my kind-hearted spirit only to build himself up. Because he was broken. Broken like a glass vase slammed against the floor. He hated romance. He was cold-hearted and careless. I don’t know why I fell for him. But despite everything he was, I saw something special in his heart. Something I could never point out what it was. Something so special that I let him ruin me. I let him break me to pieces. And he took the pieces with him, as he walked out of my life.
anonymous (via screenlights)
Climb high
hand over hand
rock above rock
wind into cloud
pull yourself past
that little lip of stone
that you thought would break you
push until you can’t see the ground
but never forget that its there
ready to crush you in it’s arms
ready to kiss you
and snap all your bones
in the same moment
don’t let it tug you down
after all you’ve come so far
climb until you can’t breathe, baby
climb until the air wont go down
so you have to first
climb until you know you can’t go any higher
and then stay
and enjoy the view
the change in perspective
the taste of victory
will do you good
A.O.A.M. || Climb (via thehipsterconspiracy)
Darling. Has no one ever told you. Some things are too beautiful to be art. Some things are not meant to be held captive by canvas, drawn and painted by another’s hand, only to be forgotten for the next pretty thing that inspires that hand. You are not art because you are more than art.
You are not art because you are too much, too real, too alive. Art cannot bleed the way you do. Or love the early mornings or the night sky. Or feel the truth of every storm reverberate in its very heart. You deserve more than a fleeting glance, a cursive look or a critical gaze. You deserve to be held, to be looked upon as an adventure, to enjoy and be enjoyed.
You are nothing static. You are a breathing reflection of everything the universe has to offer. A song sung into existence by so much more than inspiration. It took six million years of evolution to build you, to bring you to this moment – so much more than any artist could ever spare for even the greatest of his masterpieces. You are a multitude of majestic feelings, every single one, once felt, never felt again in the same magnitude. You are the millions of things that happen to you in your lifetime.
And no piece of art can boast of those feelings, or experiences.
Nikita Gill, You are not Art (via meanwhilepoetry)
We’re both hurting in the same place
and I’ve got my hand on your heart
and your hand is on mine and we’re
trying to stop the bleeding without
stopping the beating but things are
getting worse as time goes by and
I don’t know how to fix what’s broken
because I’m among the pieces.
It’s days like these that I feel like
we are two explosions bound
to happen and we are too shattered
to become anything worth our efforts.
But it’s days like these that I look
back on and say I’m glad I decided
to stay because even when we’re
cracking you find something in
my bones that keeps you holding
on and I don’t know where I would
be if it weren’t for you.
No one knows me like you do
and no one can ever love me
better than you and even if
we are a disaster meant to
happen, let it be.
They talk about the calm before
the storm but they forget to mention
the sun after the hurricane and
the hope after the earthquake
and the horizon after the tsunami
and us after the hurt.
We are almost always falling apart
but I have never lost my grip on
you and I don’t plan on leaving
this to gravity anytime soon.
I never run out of reasons as to why I love you (via ink-trails)
He held her hand and took her to the dance
floorWhen he put his hand on the lower end of her back, it sent jolts running through her blood stream.
She felt as if this was too good to be true since this type of thing only happens in books and movies.
She doesn’t believe in fairytales. (via latenightrendevouz)
“
i. My hand was out the window, my mind lost on the road, my bones were freezing and it was such a beautiful pain.
ii. The first time we colided our eyes catched on fire and I felt my heart slowly free itself from its icy prison.
iii. He repaired my heater but I never used it, not once, his presence made the house feel like summer.
iv. We could walk through a snowstorm but if he held my hand we were suddenly walking down the shoreline, the hot sand warming my feet all the way to my heart, forcing a smile on my blushed face.
v. His lips were cold and I swear I could taste his sadness.
vi. It was a winter night and as I saw you kissing her my blood began to boil.
vii. My house heater is now broken, and so, I can only shiver at the thought of you.
”
and you were such a lovely temperature🔥❄️
“
i. My hand was out the window, my mind lost on the road, my bones were freezing and it was such a beautiful pain.
ii. The first time we colided our eyes catched on fire and I felt my heart slowly free itself from its icy prison.
iii. He repaired my heater but I never used it, not once, his presence made the house feel like summer.
iv. We could walk through a snowstorm but if he held my hand we were suddenly walking down the shoreline, the hot sand warming my feet all the way to my heart, forcing a smile on my blushed face.
v. His lips were cold and I swear I could taste his sadness.
vi. It was a winter night and as I saw you kissing her my blood began to boil.
vii. My house heater is now broken, and so, I can only shiver at the thought of you.
”
and you were such a lovely temperature🔥❄️
“Did you love her?”
“Too much,” he said.
She laughed. “There’s no such thing as loving someone too much.”
Of course there is, he thought as she fitted her hand into his. It was too small, too smooth. Not at all like the hand he knew. He sat there, wishing she was someone else entirely with rougher hands and a louder laugh, and he thought to himself, of course there is.
excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via yourhandwrittenletter)
1. Seeing blood on your own hands doesn’t make you a poet
2. Kiss the boy you know won’t call you back, don’t cry when he doesn’t call you back
3. It’s pointless to cover your scars with long sleeves and band-aids and bad excuses
4. Bad things have good aim. Don’t think the horrors in the world won’t hurt you. You’re gonna get shot in the heart
5. Remember that one of these days you’re going to have to face death a million times, your mom won’t live forever and neither will your friends or your little brother
6. Drinking too much isn’t even fun. You just feel sick
7. Take a lot of pictures because soon you’ll be thirty-five and you won’t remember who you were at fifteen; you were so much sweeter at fifteen
8. Don’t pick flowers
9. I used to fall in love so I had a reason to kill myself when it didn’t work out, don’t do that to yourself or your mom
10. Don’t kill yourself
11. You don’t have to have a relationship with your parents. Blood isn’t love
12. You don’t have to be in love with yourself
13. Don’t tell your boyfriend your lucky number, he’ll jinx it when you break up
14. Try not to hurt other people, you’ll get splinters in your fingers if you’re always breaking bones
15. Put yourself first and learn how to stop bleeding on your own, without band-aids or boyfriends.
- pain is still pain when you cover it up.
- and sad kids are still sad
- no matter how
- they dress it up.