between everything we said there was everything else that we didn't

 

theautumndarling:

Everyone in August: Ah. The ending of summer. We better make the best of it!

Me in August: *Wearing a flannel* BRING OUT THE PUMPKIN SPICE MUFFINS AND THE APPLE CIDER DONUTS! LET’S WATCH SCREAM!!!!! PUT OUT THE HAY AND LET’S GO APPLE PICKING!!!!!! WHAT CANDY SHOULD WE BUY???

12:55 AM

thenegativespac3s:

I bid the sun good morning –
Hello – again – be gone
It’s easier to think, it seems –
At dusk than at the dawn –

There’s a certain kind of warmth –
Where the sunlight tends to fall –
But it doesn’t spark a warmth within –
And I feel it not at all –

The wasted celebration –
The garish light of day –
Lost in the frivolity –
The true light turns away –

You’ll find it in the evening –
By candles and drawn blinds –
The truth that hid itself by noon –
Tonight – is yours – is mine –

lifeinpoetry:

“It is beautiful because it has nothing to do with you.”

Sennah Yee, “The Top of the Mountain,” How Do I Look?

violentwavesofemotion:
“ Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; “Stings,” written c. October 1962 (x)
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violentwavesofemotion:

Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; “Stings,” written c. October 1962 (x)

iloveyou:

“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”

— Charles Bukowski  (via doll)

I didn’t leave because
I stopped loving you,
I left because the longer
I stayed the less I loved myself.

Rupi Kaur (via avouer)

When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it’s safe inside your mouth.

Jodi Picoult, Handle With Care
(via wordsnquotes)