show me the places where the others gave you scars (insp.)
I haven’t seen you in a while. Oh, how I miss your smile. Sometimes I start to pick up the phone to dial, but I haven’t seen you in a while. One day our paths my cross again. You’ll see all these roses that have begun to pile. Until then I will hope and pray for you, my love. It’s all I can do. I haven’t seen you in a while.
J.c.A
i don't pay attention to the world ending. it has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.
― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt
i never feel like i have enough time to do anything. i have so much to learn and to accomplish but i always feel like i’m being chased by the shadows of shortening hours, and i have to remind myself to breathe.
we have all the time in the world, but also, we don’t. (via a-quietsoul)
“I don’t care where it ends, let it begin.”
—
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
Through sunny days and shadowy nights. Through the mornings filled with mourning and those evenings lit up by moonbeams. Through the ups and downs, through all sights and sounds. I want you there. I want to take this journey with you.
J.c.A
-5
Poetry is when a heart aches of love, pure genuine love, an offspring of happiness. It is when tears run down your cheeks due to the amount of love one can feel. it allows you a moment of pure ecstasy, so hypnotic to the eye of one who has once felt that pure love. Poetry is art. Art that creates ethereal imagery in your heart, and mind.
28/10
Do you wanna know how many times I tore myself apart cause you’re not here
Stone sour (via cupids-chokehold)