"Tell me you don't need me." I whispered. (he begged) I searched him for something. (his eyes looked to me for an answer) Could this be the end? (he was hopeful) "I don't need you." He said simply. (I lied) I felt my heart crack. (I felt as cold as ice)

love is a game of lies and letting go. // bri

I burned the letters that I found in your drawer perhaps you forgot they were there perhaps you kept them where you kept your heart either way; forgive me for they were so haunting and heavy and so hollow.

to be human // bri 

I long for a world where trees are taller than mountains and 'I love you' slips effortlessly off my tongue.

but this is only fantasy. | bri 

There are stars in your lungs That’s why sometimes you can’t breath The moon rests in your head That’s why it’s hard to think There is asteroids bouncing on the walls of your heart That’s why it hurts to feel sometimes You have a galaxy within in Where there not suppose to be People were never meant to contain So much

lydiaskiss (via wnq-writers)

this poem is rotten before it began. that’s how I feel. I read favorite poets. Attempt to write but I don’t ache the same way they do. my poetry doesn’t leave bruises.

life crackles at your fingertips and teases at your bones trying to tear at the seams of your soul in order to let itself in you could be wild and unstoppable - don’t forget this.

ARIES. | astrological hymns. // bri (via aeviternus)

the stars would be so proud to know their atoms created someone like you.

She spoke softly. She was eloquent with her body. She believed that certain illusions are life-giving.

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 3: 1939-1944 (via violentwavesofemotion)

I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.

(via hplyrikz)

I only dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets, of honeybees above you murmuring into a crown.

Mary Szybist, from “Hail,” Incarnadine: Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

There are no anchors heavier than people

Nav K (via navk)

& so what – if my feathers                 are burning. I never asked for flight.

Ocean Vuong, “Devotion,” Night Sky with Exit Wounds (via noorshirazie)

life crackles at your fingertips and teases at your bones trying to tear at the seams of your soul in order to let itself in you could be wild and unstoppable - don’t forget this.

ARIES. | astrological hymns. // bri