dearest, for I have sinned,
more than I ever thought I could.
And I’ve done worse than I thought I was capable of.
I hope that someday you might forgive me,
and know that I firmly intend,
with your help,
to sin no more and to avoid whatever leads me to it.
There’s something about
these bipolar days
that asks for a second chance,
begging me to accept
everything I’ve learned and seen.
(but I don’t want to.)
(I want to remain naive
and clueless, and keep pretending
that everything’s okay
and that I don’t mind,
and never explain anything.)
But the calling persists
and I know it’s right,
so maybe, if we try again,
I can be happy.
(via yanilavigne)
My head is full of cotton balls
My eyes are full of tears
My hands are shaking faster, now
My mind is full of fears
My mouth is full of unsaid words
That will never see the light
My heart is screaming, “help me…”
But my smile says, “I’m fine.”
(Source: leahhkaye, via flowers-in-decemberr)
The four letter word
most offensive to be heard
is “love”
spoken with false intent
by the handsome darling gent
(via am0rucci0)
(Source: c-h-a-r-c-0-a-l, via thepurloinedwords)
from my dearest friend at thepurloinedwords.tumblr.com
(Source: lovequotesrus)
(via obliteratedheart)
(Source: roranicuswednesday)
don’t let him
swallow
your feelings
up whole
and leave you
feeling nothing
with air
to hold.
he is suspending
you over
the edge
just breathing
to see how long
it will take
for you to tell him
or to turn to pieces
and to break.
but I promise
if you just
give him some words
he’ll help you back up
or you
can let yourself go.
either way
it’s better
than being
suspended.
When Sunny turns blue,
her eyes morph into towering storm clouds,
grey and tumultuous, never constant,
and her rosy pink cheeks fade
into pallid, freckle-spotted splotches
shadowed by a muted peach.
Her bright red lips purse
as the color drains out of them
until only a severe maroon remains,
but Sunny will return,
accompanied by her sunny smile,
as soon as the sun comes back out.
