i like to think
that i can’t write when i’m happy
because i’m too busy living
but i’m scared
that i can’t write
because my happiness isn’t real
that i can’t write when i’m happy
because i’m too busy living
but i’m scared
that i can’t write
because my happiness isn’t real
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| — | daeyang, 180417 (via wnq-writers) |
I thought I could slaughter a god,
but a sword was a poor weapon of choice.
I should have picked tender lips,
gentle hands, and a small knife
for even gods eyes flutter shut
when they kiss.
but a sword was a poor weapon of choice.
I should have picked tender lips,
gentle hands, and a small knife
for even gods eyes flutter shut
when they kiss.
“
| — | a softer, crueler attack || O.L. (via poetbitesback) |
A new type of love
I was expecting love to come in loud booms. Echoing thuds that drown out the entire world. I was waiting for someone to make my heart melt. My eyes would twinkle. The butterflies in my stomach would trace the words from inside me, “He’s the one”. But in reality, love came to me, if you can believe, even more beautifully. Love is quiet gestures. Love is the sudden realization that you have found home in the small details of another person. Love is respect. And this type of love is the love I never knew I needed.
Submitted by @wrongtoyourright
I’ll love you with the force of a thousand poems
and I know that seems excessive
but I promise, it will be so, so soft.
Like falling into bed with the right person,
like falling into bed with you.
and I know that seems excessive
but I promise, it will be so, so soft.
Like falling into bed with the right person,
like falling into bed with you.
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| — | untitled || O.L. (via poetbitesback) |
Because sometimes people do feel that way. Sometimes your life feels like it’s caving in on you Sometimes people really do feel like they don’t want to exist, like they just want to curl up into a ball, and go into that place between life and death. Saying ‘I don ’ t want to'exist’ isn’t saying ‘I want to go die’.‘It’s saying 'I wish that, for the time being, I could go somewhere and not have to feel’. I don’t think there’s anything'wrong with that. And if you don’t knowbhow it feels to feel this way, then you have no place to judge anyone who does.
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| — | Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous) |
