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Start loving yourself because you’re all you’ll have in the end.
( Anonymous (via jonesy-the-martyr) )The writer must write what he has to say, not speak it.
( Ernest Hemingway (via meg36) )Silence is a girl’s loudest cry. You can always tell she’s really hurt when she starts ignoring you.
( (via yoongie-tv)(via so-nyuh-shi-dae-tv)
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Girls get jealous. They second guess every move guys make and think too much, but they can’t help it. It’s in their nature, and it’s your responsibility to prove your love to her. There are plenty of other beautiful girls out there and she knows that. Make her believe that she’s the only one for you. Don’t let her forget that you love her, tell her how much she means to you, and that no one could ever take her place. ♥
WINTERS GHOST: There was a girl I knew once.(knew, v.past tense of knowing the...
There was a girl I knew once.
(knew, v.
past tense of knowing the hitch
in her breathing as she slept meekly,
timid of her own dreams and the milky
moon glow that bathed her pallid;past tense of knowing the lingering
taste of her upon me as we caught
out heartbeats in our fingertips
and died…
When Bored at Work: Dear Writer,
Create me within your mind
weave me into an erotic idea
from the depth of your imaginationGive birth to a babe that is me
let my embryo flow from your pen
as ink onto your script, my beddingCradle me in your unspoken verses
and sing lullabies in spoken word
feed me profoundness and…
She has
piano notes carved in-
to her hips, because
you
wrapped
your
arms
around
her
waist,
and
bled
rhythms
on her
neck every
time she
played
Now every
key feels like it is carved
from your teeth, and her finger-
tips carry their marks in curved moon
scars like crescents. Your ghost
has stopped echoing on
her neck, but never
the keys.
endurance.
flickering candle
left alone to
smoulder
in the
incandescencefaint glimmers
of silver smoke
it wafts; floating
amid the
tensionthe single
candle, burns
until no string
is left to be
strungbrutal winds
bellow; they
demand a soft
surrenderbut the candle
continues its
searing, until
the wax is
gonesometimes, I
envy its
determinationthe simple
will
to
shine.
Hostas
“I saw this and thought of you.
It’s blue—
they grow in the shades”“I know.
That’s the problem, isn’t it?
why do you have to take something
away from its place to keep me.”
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