June 2013
“It has been 1 year, 4 months, and 24 days
since you drove off in your beat up car.
There are still nights
I talk out loud like you can hear me.
Believe me it hurts. It doesn’t heal.
But even if it’s over,
even if all you left me
was a love of cheap whiskey
and your smell on my sheets
I have written more poems
about the blue of your eyes
than anything else in the goddamn world.
And not a single one comes close
to how it felt when you looked at me.” —
since you drove off in your beat up car.
There are still nights
I talk out loud like you can hear me.
Believe me it hurts. It doesn’t heal.
But even if it’s over,
even if all you left me
was a love of cheap whiskey
and your smell on my sheets
I have written more poems
about the blue of your eyes
than anything else in the goddamn world.
And not a single one comes close
to how it felt when you looked at me.” —
(via budddha)
Gah.
(via coffeestainedheart)
you never really know someone until you talk to them at 4 am
“‘no’
might make them angry
but
it will make
you
free.” —if no one has ever told you, your freedom is more important than their anger, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
might make them angry
but
it will make
you
free.” —if no one has ever told you, your freedom is more important than their anger, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
“We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.”
― Li Po” —(via journalofanobody)
― Li Po” —(via journalofanobody)
