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#excerpt from my heart
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How is it that any time you say anything I fall more in love with you? Everything and everyone around you is more beautiful because of you. You speak sweetly or you laugh delightfully and my heart flutters inside me. I simply think of you and it's impossible to speak. But rather it's like my tongue has stopped working. I'm silent, but don't mistake that for hatred or indifference: silence is the truest herald of joy and only if I loved you less could I even begin to speak of it more. When I'm apart from you (which is nearly always) I feel sick, but when I'm with you I appear to have died. And yet it couldn't be more the opposite.
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spilledinkandtears · 1 year
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I got home and collapsed to the ground barely being able to breathe. It physically hurt to try to stay alive and I was trying so hard. Why couldn't they tell?
Untitled (Via @spilledinkandtears)
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graeaenotgrey · 1 year
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My lover says I don’t how to be loved
I disagree with him vehemently
He says I can only love when I’m broken
He says I never feel loved unless I’m broken
I laugh in his face, call him delusional
But sometimes I sit and wonder if he’s right.
©️Graeae
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With every kiss, every touch, every shared moment it gets harder not to tell you how much I love you.
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thank god for new beginnings
i don't know where i'd be without them
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tendermimi · 1 year
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richard siken “driving, not washing” / benjamin 2018 / ilya kaminsky “while the child sleeps, sonya undresses”
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doll-elvis · 11 months
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“At night he grieved in his bunk. I would lie there in the darkness and listen as he quietly moaned from down in his heart. After a while, I would climb down and sit on the side of his bunk. I’d tell him jokes and stories until he began to feel a little better and could fall asleep. When I climbed back in my bunk I made it my goal to keep Elvis laughing all way across the ocean…”
Charlie Hodge and his devotion to keeping a smile on Elvis’s face >> 🥹
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(excerpt from Me ‘N Elvis by Charlie Hodge)
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ashlee-rae · 9 months
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One day you will want to know how my hair looks
And if I still smell the same
You'll miss the crease of my smile
And the way my nose scrunches when I laugh
When you close your eyes and look into hers
You'll wish you were looking in mine
You'll miss the things I would say
And you'll tell old jokes I would tell
It stings your tongue because it doesn't feel the same
And those words you speak to her
Don't feel right when they're not for me
And so you'll try to talk to me
Because you didn't know you could miss me so much
You never thought there would be a day id walk
For good
And you wish upon a star
Just to hear my voice one last time
To feel my skin
And to remember what it was like to be young
And in love; together
But that will be the day
You finally don't get a reaction
Because I have already moved on
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I got one of those permanent bracelets on my right hand.  I finally flew out of California.  I have a new job.  and a new car because my old one finally broke.  I wear vanilla perfume and spend hours at the gym most days.  My hands are more calloused  than they were when you told me to toughen up and dig myself out. But My hair is still long and  I eat more sugar than I should and  my mom’s words still hurt me sometimes.  I’m applying to law school this year like I always said I would. I haven’t gotten a cover up over the stick and poke you gave me that drunken night 3 years ago.  I’m still painfully quiet around people I just met  and that dry sense of humor you’d always call me boring for is still a part of me.  The music box you gave me for my birthday so many years ago still sits on my bookshelf.  - you only know half of me now
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I swear i try so hard not to be In love with you. I want to go stargazing with you tho I know I never will. You’re so cute it hurts. It’s ruining my life. You consume my every thought. I’m filled with an agonizing desire to kiss you all the time.
My better half told me to detach myself. They were right of course. It’s troubling. The feelings I have for you are genuine. But… you don’t feel the same about me. I want to be your friend but I don’t want to get attached. But that’s impossible. But not being your friend is even less possible — I’ll die without you. It’s curious actually: I went almost my whole life not knowing you, but now that I do, I’d die without you. *sigh* I guess the attachment has only gotten stronger. A lot stronger. I’m too attached. I… I think… I’m in love. Maybe. I’m not sure 😭. But yes. I think I’m in love with you. But you’re… not. And I tell myself thats okay. And it is. You don’t have to be in love with me… but… I really don’t know. I don’t.
All of this has just truly gotten into my head.
*sigh*
I know you love me. And I love you. Deeply. Very, very deeply. I have no doubt about that. But… whether mine and yours is romantic and platonic… all I know is someone’s gonna get hurt. The logical side of me doesn’t want the hurt one to be me. But truly… I hope it is me. I would never want to see you hurting.
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spilledinkandtears · 2 years
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I had that big hotel room with that Queen sized bed all to myself, and yet, I only found comfort and sleep on the floor in the fetal position in that little corner.
Loneliness- (Via @spilledinkandtears)
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graeaenotgrey · 1 year
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I ask you to break me, as if I want to be broken
The words fall off my tongue so easily, as though they’ve made a home here
And who would blame them
It is I who keeps calling them back.
©️Graeae
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It’s been a year.
It’s been a year since that fateful night.
It’s been a year since my heart ended up shattered all over the pavement.
It’s been a year and we’ve talked it through.
It’s been a year and I still want you.
It’s been a year and I’m still here.
Still stuck on you, while you’re stuck on her.
It’s been a year and we still talk.
It’s been a year and we’ve moved on to casual intimacy.
It’s been a year and you’re still confusing me.
I can’t believe it’s been a year.
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lithium-late-nights · 8 months
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Your blade in my back my hands on your neck we called our pain love and danced till the end
song prompt from @dolores-hazy / turnover - dizzy on the comedown / Cole A.
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lost-in-time-marie · 5 days
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God Lives With The Ants
When I was younger, I would lay under a maple tree in the backyard. I’d stare up at the leaves and watch them wither from a bright green into orange and red and fall all around my head. I’d talk with the wind that danced and sang as it rushed through the trees and played with my hair. I’d observe the ants as they went about their business in the dirt next to me. So small, and yet we occupied the same space, but our perspectives couldn’t be more different. Our futures intimately linked and yet I found myself wondering if this crawling little insect could sense my gaze. I wondered what great giant’s ribcage laid beside my whole infinite universe, small enough to be held on the tip of their finger. And suddenly, for the first time, I believed that colossus did gaze at my universe, occupying its same space, but somehow so small and impossibly different, and it would get misty eyed pondering the complexity and beauty of our entangled existences, and it would hope things for all us and then mourn those hopes as they changed and evolved over the years, entirely beyond anyone’s reach at this point.
~K.
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