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I am made from stardust, and I was born of fire that was stolen from gods.
Source: ordinarywonder.net
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Sometimes, you wonder if things truly do happen for a reason. But, simultaneously, it seems to be a terribly silly thought in the first place. Your happiness has no significance on anything really outside of yourself. Yet, there are times still, when you watch as the events happen around you, good and bad, fall together in such a perfect way that something really wonderful happens.
In this moment, you are thankful for the missteps and misfortunes that if not for them, this wondrous thing would have never have been possible. It gives meaning and purpose to all the insignificant events, perhaps things happen for a reason. It gives you this sense of peace and contentment.
Truthfully, you realize, this probably is not the case. Things happen as a result of other things, and that can be good or bad, and you are just stuck in the middle.
But it sure is nice to think—maybe, just maybe.
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Give my heart sails
so it can fly across the ocean
to feel absolute freedom
from the weighted world
It will beat without fear
of being crushed
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The details of the dream
Are so scarce in my mind
I do not recall a face or a form
Just the sound of her voice
Coming to me through darkness
“You are just a sad boy”
It tells me, unsympathetically
Condemning
I awoke cold and hollow
Nothing has felt as true
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I resent myself for the times
where I have to ask you
if you love me still
and you say ‘you know’
as if it were so simple
not quite fair
when I am breathless
in my expression for
my love of you
love must seem so apparent
when you are saturated in it
Yet here I am
lost
staring into a cloudless sky
hoping for a single drop
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There are not words for
every kind of feeling
I have no word for when
I want to shrivel away
and cut every tie to
the outside world that I have
hoping to never be found
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Is it that I wish for sleep
on empty days
upon listless nights?
Or do I covet
merely to be
nothing at all
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Sometimes I hold my breath
gritting my teeth and
clenching my fists
shutting my eyes
hoping that I can
hold myself together
from falling apart
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It’s the way people
Fade away from me
That hurts most
A shallow hole left
Where their presence once was
I feel like I’m riddled with holes
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