I never fall apart because I never fall together.– Andy Warhol
wordsandfeathers: It’s been one year, tomorrow. If I saw you, tomorrow, I would thank you for showing me that there are better things out there. That there are better people out there. That life can be better. I loved you, and I’ll never be sure if you loved me, but you dragged me to the bottom so I could see the direction I needed to go. Looking back and down at our relationship, I’ve learned...
abcdefghijenna: remember how this feels, and never let that slip out of your (sometimes wanting) fists.
I would do my taxes. Fill out insurance forms. Count grains of rice in a bag....– I Wrote This For You, The Relative Phenomena
likelava: you were summer storms, you were swollen and sunburned, and i followed you where ever your lightening decided to strike. sometimes i tell people about you like it doesn’t hurt. like this isn’t hard. like it’s just lint, just loose change, some backyard apologies, some long lost stars we tried to collect in our collarbones once, some bottom of the ninth summer we forgot by the fall. we...
Bon Iver: And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine. I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind, but now all your love is wasted. And then who the hell was I?
Death Cab: So one last touch and then you'll go and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more. But it was vile, and it was cheap and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me. Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Radiohead: But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. And it wears me out... It wears me out. If I could be who you wanted, if I could be who you wanted all the time... all the time.
Brand New: You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones, spring keeps you ever close. You are secondhand smoke, you are so fragile and thin standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins.
Nicki Minaj: You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, yeah you a you a stupid hoe.You a stupid hoe you a you a stupid hoe. You stupid stupid, you a stupid hoe
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and...– Vladimir Nabokov
32410: I once read that the ancient egyptians had fifty words for sand. And that the eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me when you sleep. And there are no words for that.
indescribably: I could have crumpled beneath the weight of silence like a piece of paper with all the wrong words, could have slipped into the gaping space between sounds like nothing at all.
thevirtualhermit: Don’t smile at me When I’m in a bad mood I hate how hard it is To frown around you.
blankpagesandinvisibleink: there is comfort in the familiarity. his love feels good. oversized and warm, like my favorite sweater.
wordsandfeathers: So you want to know why this has been so hard on me? It’s hard because nicknames were introduced. Nicknames don’t leave, people do. You left me, but people still call me that. That, which I cannot say out loud. Twist the knife some more and call me that again, I dare you. It’s been a year, but it’s hauntingly comforting knowing that something you...
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better? But, because I knew you, I have...– Wicked
danielaarchbold: you are fountain, i drink from and thirst there after
wordsandfeathers: If you would have asked me, a few years ago, what I wanted most, my answer would’ve most certainly been: to feel loved. But ask me the same question today, and my answer would be this: all I want is for you to know how loved you are, because I’ve felt loved, since the day I met you.
topographe: Sometimes I feel as is life is a handful of sand and I become frantic with the attempts to stop it from slipping between my fingers.
thechocolatebrigade: “….Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.” — Nicole Krauss, The Last Words on Earth
In life, it’s a given that you will lose people. People will flow in and out...– Mila Jaroniec, Losing A Best Friend
Each night, somewhere out there, people go to bed, petrified that I might be happy as I am. And I wake up each day and make their worst fears come true. PS. I hope you’re happy. — I Wrote This For You, The Grinning Fool
I turn 22 tomorrow.
beautyisanillusion: Entropy: Once something happens its difficult to put it back the way it was.
wynesthesia: Sometimes I forget to breathe and my soul leaks out, It pours in opaque streams of color. There are wisps that rasp and ask if you’ll love me, Ask if you know what my colors are, Ask if you’ll pour back in through your mossy eyes of mischief. I have to believe there are fairies at work, But I want this to be real. I try not to want this to last. Maybe that’s wrong.
nickmiller: For me, the journey of trying to write something that’s good has been filled with agonizing moments, so many that I’ve often wondered why I keep pursuing this dream; but it’s during those rare moments when I’m in it, truly in it, banging away at the laptop keys, chasing a fresh idea, bobbing my head as if I were a fucking concert pianist playing in front of a large crowd—all while...
georgiabrokensmile: An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, despite the time, the place, despite the circumstances. The thread can be tightened or tangle, but never be broken.
spilt-inkbottle: Today, my heart is a piece of sea glass, small enough to rest in someone’s palm, except there are edges still, not yet graceful and not yet tumbled smooth.
forgetlings: (I had forgotten how it feels to lie down with the rattle of trains passing by their horns their howls in the night; here are the last days of a stubborn life)
shesanargonaut: I have listened to the chatter of a hundred million mouths, the clatter of too many skeletons and not enough air. Some of the things that are spoken cling to you, stain your knees and fester in the cracks of your brain, pouring from your lips and onto your hands. The stains of such profound thoughts living in your every action. Other sentences wash over you like rain, summer...
gentofn: Once in love, waking up and finding the other half of our bed empty and cold will become my biggest fear.
treesquirrrel: That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback
Exactly What Heartbreak Feels Like
I was leaving work and I looked over my shoulder, out of the back window of my two-door, silver Mazda truck, to make sure I wasn’t going to hit anything when I pulled out of my parking spot. The road was clear, but my eyes landed on a monumentally large tree across the street, reaching no less than 40 feet into the crisp, wintery air. The late-morning sun was sneaking its way through the branches...
And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured Of a craving for something I...– T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party.
wordsandfeathers: You know when sunlight filters through the clouds and pours like waterfalls of light out of the sky? Well, there’s probably a word for it. But, sometimes a longer explanation feels more sufficient than a single word. Take love for example. It’s short. Four letters, one syllable. I feel that love should encompass every letter of the alphabet to even begin to match how big it...
belgards: My head has missed this feeling, as if I am underwater again, embraced by so many water molecules that nothing else can touch my body. My heart has missed this thug at its strings, making everything endless, rolling and loving. Simply put, I have missed this feeling of infinity.
belgards: My room smells like brazilian shampoo, french soap and peppermint tea; you enjoyed your gift and shed so many grins today. All is well. This week has been so kind. I want to wrap it up against my skin and remember it during those days when I am stressed and worried. I want to be anchored in the idea that there is Kindness and Knowledge beyond these puerile conversations, soaked up in...
belgards: You make me feel like there are honey combs caught in my rib cage, and they bleed out a sticky and warm feeling with every single conversation, or glance, or shared smile across the room. I go between wanting to kiss you, to wanting to hold your hand, to wanting to slip love poems in between your hands when you are having bad days and your medicine does not fight those ills.
Baking isn’t much fun either, when the person you’re baking for will take this...– January Nelson, Baking for Someone Who Doesn’t Love You Anymore
wordsandfeathers: I try to write but I can’t sometimes, a lot of the time. The memories refuse to budge. ’You aren’t ready to give us up yet!’ they echo.
Because just like the days, I burn both ends and every time I write, every time I open my eyes I am cutting out a part of myself to give to you. So shake the dust and take me with you when you do for none of this has never been for me. All that pushes and pulls, pushes and pulls for you. So grab this world by its clothespins and shake it out again and again and jump on top and take it for a...