I remember building train sets
In the empty space between
My sleeping body and the
White specks on the ceiling
In hopes that I could use
My willpower to create its
Destinations, that, just maybe,
If I could close my eyes just
Right, I’d be in Paris or
Germany, that a suited man with
A mustache, a few commands,
Would then punch my ticket,
Rub his knuckles against my
Scalp, and I’d send the train
Off again, open my eyes,
Catch my breath, and feel
As if life wasn’t all for nothing
express - BM (via new-poets-society)

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I don’t need you teach me about the depths of the ocean. I already know that there are things I will never know. I don’t care about the first time you fell in love either because I know you don’t care to know about the first time my heart felt like something less solid, more broken. I know that it’s dark throughout the night and I’m not asking you to hold my hand through it, that’s not what I want. I’m not scared of being lost, so you can leave me in dark alleys past midnight and watch me wake up and tell you that the sun is beautiful because it is, because I refuse to let you tell me differently, because I won’t let you use your fingertips to draw me a sky of grey, I can paint a blue for myself. I don’t need you to tell me what I’m worth, I already know that.
so if you just want to leave, do it// thewordsyouneverunderstood (via new-poets-society)

(Source: thewordsyouneverunderstood)

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a poem I wrote in my dream.

luxmendax:

we were an old house in the winter
falling apart slowly in the cold—

if I could have wished for anything
it would have been to be burnt down instead

leave nothing behind but ashes
dancing like empty chaff in the wind

and I could have seen the future in the sky
like tea leaves at the bottom of a broken cup

finding shapes and patterns I wish were there
or maybe the ones I didn’t want to see but

I cannot ignore for the life of me I didn’t want to do this
and I do not want to dream but there are so many things

like splintered wood and dying homes decaying under feet
so that aching floorboards no longer creak but rot instead

leaving gaping maws that swallow you whole

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Fearless Jumpers

poemsofthequiet:

That was the thing with our
love—we were never prepared
for each other, we were never
prepared for the bruises we
gave,

and instead of flowers
we gave things like
bursting blood vessels,
torn beneath thin skin,

we thought the edge was a
short, quick, fall
we thought we’d land in soft water,
I think we thought we had it all
and ignored as love got harder,

but I guess that’s just what we get
for jumping off of cliffs
without knowing how to swim.

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mauridianhallow:

beatlesboobsandbulges:

My dad just said: at your age you’ll probably wanna try a lot of things. Boys, girls, being a girl, being a boy, being punk or goth or spunky. And im okay with that. As long as you don’t come home and tell me youre a republican

parents who care

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harrypotterfliesthetardis:

mechinaries:

iseeavoice:

qalaba:

iseeavoice:

A human getting pissed at their vampire boyfriend so they put in a silver sterling tongue stud and bracelets and earrings and their vampire boyfriend is just standing five feet away like “babe. c’mon.”

best so far.

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TEAM JACOB

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a poem I wrote in my dream.

luxmendax:

we were an old house in the winter
falling apart slowly in the cold—

if I could have wished for anything
it would have been to be burnt down instead

leave nothing behind but ashes
dancing like empty chaff in the wind

and I could have seen the future in the sky
like tea leaves at the bottom of a broken cup

finding shapes and patterns I wish were there
or maybe the ones I didn’t want to see but

I cannot ignore for the life of me I didn’t want to do this
and I do not want to dream but there are so many things

like splintered wood and dying homes decaying under feet
so that aching floorboards no longer creak but rot instead

leaving gaping maws that swallow you whole

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fairwaters:

Bring me pieces

of the sweetest smiles

and the softest laughter and

the warmest whispers

and I will build

my nest

in your arms

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An intelligent, beautiful woman with a dirty mind that makes you laugh non-stop should be treasured.
(via shadow-writer)

(Source: lilfellow)

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I’ve stopped thinking about
lost loves and forgotten romances
until I saw the little lights
up the hill.

The full moon and night’s
constellations have stopped
reminding me of how things used
to be, of how things could have been.

But one glance over east and
memories come rushing like flash
floods that once drowned our town.

"Look over there," you said,
“just like stars but not really,
because we know they’re there,
because we know they’re reachable.”

And there I was,
confessing to you that I am no human,

I am a stargirl.

"Don’t look over there," I said to myself.

"He’s not the little lights up the hill.
He’s not there.
He’s not reachable.

He has became the stars,
and we have no maps.”

(k.d.), and here i am thinking i am the stargirl (via new-poets-society)

(Source: youngheartssgocrazy)

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artruby:

Scott McFarland at Regen Projects.

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Threats exist because few people follow through.
Beto (via perfectionisodd)

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Embrace Your Artist

waggingtongue:

How loud the

constant noise.

How tiresome the belief

that everyone

is not an artist

that everyone

doesn’t create.

How pitiful the belief

of those too afraid

to enjoy

accept

tolerate

absorb               

and live.

Allow your spirit

to not see

boundaries

to not set

limits

by the censor

that

nourishes off the fear

from your lessons.

You cannot create

while humming

the songs

of your critics.

Once your boundaries

are destroyed

don’t

allow others

to

rebuild them.

MARK INGHAM  07-07-2014

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did-you-kno:

Do you miss being cuddled?  Well, there are companies that provide “cuddle specialists” to come over to your house and cuddle with you.
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did-you-kno:

Do you miss being cuddled?  Well, there are companies that provide “cuddle specialists” to come over to your house and cuddle with you.

Source

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