the lonely ones


listen to the
beating heart
and convey every last secret
that it pleaded be known
every long lost love
yearning for genuine

listen to the
lonely heart
and pry it open to extract
the lies told by
beating hearts
and the connections
that their heartbeats stole away


Poppies taking over a field in Poland

(via spookyfeminist)

“There is no happiness for people at the expense of other people.”
— Anwar Sadat (via michaellottner)

How do you sleep?


Darling how do you sleep at night with all the pain in your heart?
How do you go through the day with all the weight on your shoulders?
Does your stomach turn when you think of the lies you’ve spewed ?
How do you keep your hands so steady when they’ve been shaking for years?
Does the guilt of breaking someone’s trust take over your body like a cold?
How do you walk in a straight line know everything else in your life is in a curve?
Does hearing my name hurt your ears?
Suma j
9:37 pm

“I want, I want, I want
god I can be so selfish
but all I want is your face
nestled up against my neck
until the sun rises
and your hand in mine
so we never spend
a second apart.
I’m selfish for your love
and I will be
until the day I die
because I want your kisses
to be mine
and no one else’s.
I want your sleepy yawns
and even your shaky
3 am nightmares
because I want to be the one
to make you feel better.
I’m human and I’m selfish
and I’m selfish for you.”
— I want you (via vaind)

(via yell-quietly)

“You did not love me,
You just loved the fact that I was here for you.
You loved the attention I gave you,
You loved the fact that I would drop anything for you.
You did not love me, but god,
I loved you.”
— (via ned-schneebly)

(via yell-quietly)

i. in biology class they won’t teach you why your heart beat accelerates at the sound of your name coming from her lips. like her voice pumped new blood into your veins and she is circulating within your system.

ii. your chemistry teachers can’t explain how the way her fingers tracing down your skin kick-starts a chemical combustion within your chest and makes you forget how it felt like to breathe before her fireworks ignited your skin.

iii. you’ll tell your art teachers that all you ever want to paint is the perfect curve of her smile, but they won’t teach you how to turn acrylics and pastel colors into any more of a masterpiece than she already is.

iv. you’ll study all of Shakespeare’s plays in literature class and you’ll learn the art of metaphors like the back of your hand, but no amount of empty words strung into analogies will ever do her any justice.

v. you’ve spent twelve years sitting behind a desk when all you’ve ever wanted to learn was how to love her with all you’ve got.

Confession:  I just want to learn how to love her. // by rb (via rbcages)

(via yell-quietly)

“Smudged ink
upon these fingers
remind me that the
hurricane in my mind
has not yet subsided.”
“I always hear “It’s okay not to be okay” and for a while I needed to hear that, but there was something else I needed to hear but didn’t realize until today. I was struggling with guilt about moving on and leaving the past behind and healing myself.
My therapist said this:
“It’s okay to be okay. It is okay to move on. It is okay to heal. It is okay to be happy. It is okay to be alright. You are not deserting anyone. You are not abandoning the people still in the dark place. You are taking care of yourself and there is NOTHING wrong with that.””