bruised-words:

missing someone part II

it has nearly been a year since i wrote about what it is like missing someone. and although i feel as if the definition to “missing someone” is the few words almost everyone wishes they never had to think about, it is almost as if everyone still does anyway. 

the other day i was walking home and i saw the sunset. as i paused to take a picture, it was then i thought - this is wishing someone would be there next to me. that instead of using my camera as a lens to capture this moment right here, you would be my camera lens. you would be the box that i kept all my extraordinary memories. you would be next to me observing this nature we often are too rushed to notice. you would be holding my hand as we breathed in this moment of life together. except you weren’t even close to where i was. and there you have it, missing someone. that’s exactly what it is.

thedbldee:

Penmanship Poetry #68
"Clocks have hands that turn to fists”

thedbldee:

Penmanship Poetry #68

"Clocks have hands
 that turn to fists”

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blissful-happyness:

omg

blissful-happyness:

omg

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"If the sun were to explode, we wouldn’t know for eight minutes. That gives us four hundred and eighty seconds to remind one another why there is an explosion of stars when we touch."

Ashley Anderson, “8 Minutes” (via sailingaugust)

(via sailingaugust)

"When I first met you, that’s what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought, I’m going to love this person because even the sky looks different."

Margaret Stohl,  Beautiful Chaos (via lovemelana)

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Anonymous asked: in a linen closet during a power outage while searching for candles. she tasted like darkness and smelled like fabric softener. i held her hand for thirty straight minutes afterwards. we didn't talk about it when the lights came back on. i was seventeen.

Things we shouldn’t have done

letscrywolf:

- Drink cough syrup on an empty stomach; kiss him even though he had the flu. Love him in an empty house. Love him when his parents were in the next room, when you weren’t supposed to.
Love him even though she told you not to 

- Keeping those maps under your bed only gave you ideas of leaving 

- Fall in love thirty-one times, to thirty-one different people- then tell me how real it feels when the thirty-second comes

And it wasn’t love but it might as well have been

"Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers."

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via seabois)

(via seabois)

"I want to ask her what love feels like when you’re afraid of the person who you thought you were meant to be with forever. I want to know if she even believes in forever."

Kristina Haynes, It Looked a Lot Like Love (via larmoyante)

(via fleurishes)

"Some of the most beautiful people I have met have been the most flawed. Do not think that just because you have scars and stories to tell you are ugly or unwanted. You are simply human, and that is the beautiful thing about life."

Words I wish I could tell myself. (via cudah)

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supicastle:

I hate you.(2013),Risa Mehmet

supicastle:

I hate you.(2013),Risa Mehmet

(via boymouth)

"I’m sorry, I’m awful, I’ve just felt so terribly destructive all week. It’s awful. I’m horrible."

J.D Salinger, Franny and Zooey  (via thatkindofwoman)

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ncorporeal:

emile-ws:

it’s your cheekbones
but i didn’t want to write that down

my favorite collage in the world

ncorporeal:

emile-ws:

it’s your cheekbones

but i didn’t want to write that down

my favorite collage in the world

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