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Home isn't somewhere you born but you're raised with care

"Even the moon cried for him to stay with me,but he left."

(lovers don't exist/siyah)

And he'll return to me, aching to be hold, aching to be loved.

(excerpts from the long lost lover)/siyah

I'll write him in thousand different ways until my ink bleeds.

blood on my shirt, rose in my hand

you’re looking at me like you don’t know who i am

You look around the lecture hall and notice all the other students have fallen asleep. You look towards the lecturer, who has now stopped talking and is staring straight at you. “I don’t know how you’re still awake, but I guess we do this the hard way.” He says before pulling out a sword.

Under the night's blanket,

Smouldering bewitching flames arose from my chest

Dancing with the purple of your dress

The dress you no longer wear

Cause you're long gone

And now I've to dealt with this ghost of the life

With my only reason to survive, your kisses from hell.

He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted.

And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes.

“If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?” She asks playfully.

And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders.

“Strawberries.” He tells her. “I could live a life on nothing but strawberries.”

So I decided to look up what songs are turning 10 this year and I'm very *dabs* old and upset

"If someone says fuck you, reply them, fuck you hard"

"I am, I thought, a tragedy".

“Let us be misplaced together. Like short walks through big cities. Like hard work on Sunday mornings.”

“Spells are outdated.”

What Do We See When We Look at the Sky? (Alexandre Koberidze, 2021)

“In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.”

2022 smells like success, healing, transformation, blessings and self love.

I'm an introvert until someone approaches me .

"The journey from an online stranger to your favorite person" :- kindness exists dude.

“Love me, Love me, I cried to the rocks and the trees ...” ― Stevie Smith

“I don’t know what living a balanced life feels like. When I am sad, I don’t cry, I pour. When I am happy, I don’t smile, I glow. When I am angry, I don’t yell, I burn. The good thing about feeling in extremes, is when I love, I give them wings. But perhaps that isn’t such a good thing, cause they always tend to leave and you should see me, when my heart is broken. I don’t grieve, I shatter.”

Winter:

My sadness tastes a lot like your name tonight.

Back then I was no poet, I became one for you ,back then no poetry excites me ,now I found my home in them.

“Listen to me, girl, you have castles inside your bones, coronets in your heart, if he threatens you with battle, you raise him a whole war, the last time I checked, Queens cower before no man.”

“Some people are born with tornados in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.”

— (via demxneyes)

“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”

— (via madsss5572)

“There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.”

— Beau Taplin || and you. (via neutral)

“Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things.”

— Khalil Gibran (via wordsnquotes)

“Fall in love with ordinary. Fall in love with the everyday. Fall in love with brown eyes and small towns and a hand full of dandelions. Discover. Discover the crevices. Read the books that aren’t so popular, by little known authors who have a lot to offer. Listen to music that makes you think. Choose art that is buried in the corner of galleries, or on the street. Teach yourself to love the small things. The special but unnoticed things. Teach yourself how the ordinary is not so ordinary after all.”

— S. Zhao   (via blossomfully)

“She looked up at the stars and asked what it was like to fall. The stars twinkled sadly and replied with, ‘Oh, honey, you already have.’”

— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #46 // Then, why does it hurt? (via vanillasweet)

“Let us be misplaced together. Like short walks through big cities. Like hard work on Sunday mornings.”

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‘Try’ is all we have.

-D.K.

(via doekent)

“He calls you his favorite song, but darling, hasn’t your mother told you that nobody listens to the same song forever.”

— catharticwriter (via wnq-writers)