cherry blossom!(this may have taken over on the best thing I’ve made scale)✿
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I thought I loved you. When we departed my heart shattered...but then I realized that was not love, it was infatuation.
A realization I had so long ago
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do you ever feel the need to ask someone if they still want you in their life because it always feels like they don’t care about you or that you are bothering them.
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Some battles will remain battles. Learn to leave them behind.
a bad time
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Hey, I love you.
What everyone needs to hear sometimes
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Day 1
Today we begin
A journey, a path, a battle
We want to win this war
Day 2
Going strong
A journey, a path, a battle
Its starting to unease me
But we must still go on
Day 100
Suffering
Our brothers have begun to fall
We will survive
We must survive
Day 151
A journey, a path, a victory
It has paid the debt upon our souls
The brothers around us fallen for the cause
Day 152
Freedom from the prison cell
We grieve the dead
A journey, a path, a battle
Finished at last
a poem about my battle with depression-P.Q.K
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I rather be asleep because my dreamland is prettier than this place we call Earth.
-Thoughts of the night P.Q (via writingsfromrin)
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I rather be asleep because my dreamland is prettier than this place we call Earth.
-Thoughts of the night P.Q
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Recently started watching ‘Your Lie in April’. I’m addicted. Cried so many times already that I’ve lost track. What a beautiful anime!! <3
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i am hurt
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I, The Open Book
My life is an open book Read the fine print and you shall know What truly lies inside the pages Some are torn Some are brand new But read me and you will find Something you do not want to know But if I care What you think It will never be the same For my book will not be open But abridged to what you want to see I will not abide to your rules So read me child And you will find Stories of all kinds For my life is an open book Waiting to be read
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Red
It is the color That fills her cheeks When you told her you first love her It is the color Of the roses you bring her everyday Because you love her It is the color of memories The good and the bad A brilliant thing That keeps us alive In so many forms That we do not realize It is the color of leaves in autumn The color of dancing ladybugs The color of love It is the color of your heart your blood your vains It is the last color you shall ever see.
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Roulette Life Russian roulette. I heard a joke once, 5 out of 6 people enjoy it. It's a funny thing really, why can't just one person enjoy it? Max. Max is the name I've been called all my life. Max is the name my parents saw in my eyes; it is the name that my friends call me, the name she called me when she first told me she loved me. The name she called when she was the happiest person in the world. The name that she called when she learned she was pregnant. The name that she called when she whispered about the miscarriage. It was the name she called when she left me her message of goodbye as she ended her life. Her name? Diana. You see, names mattered. Names defined who were. Names defined what we were. But now my name means nothing. Her name means nothing. For our relationship was just a story that has met a tragic end. Oh my Juliet, you and our child are gone, but I am coming to be with you soon. Back to Russian roulette. I've been thinking about this since her funeral. She always loved to joke about how she wanted to die if she had a choice. Russian roulette: the adrenaline rush just the idea gave her brought me shivers. I used to think she'd never pass on to the other side, that out love would be that love that is written in history books. "The Great Love of-" I can't bear to think it anymore. I miss her too much. Ah yes, roulette. Oh the fear the idea used to strike in me. But now I understand, I understand how I must have to die. My plan? It involves a simple game typically for multiple players but now only involving one. I will take my revolver and put a simple bullet in as always. But instead of passing it around to press against impure skin, the cold metal will press against mine. 6 days, 1 bullet. From the moment the bullet goes in the revolver, I have 6 days to live, if I'm "lucky." I walk across the hardwood floor. You know, some would think I'm wasting my life. Here's I am, the epitome of the "perfect man" in so many eyes. Looks, money, a wonderful home, adjustable family...I have it all. But why would living this life make me happy when the only two people I loved in my life are gone. Oh the baby, how I loved him. Why did he have to die? If he hadn't...she'd still be here. I take the gun and bring it up to my head. Day 1. Will I get lucky today? I put my finger on the trigger and take a deep breath. I close my eyes, and dive into the deep world that questions my life.
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I sit waiting by the window on a rainy day, just for you.
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You are the piece that makes my puzzle complete.
~P.Q.K
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