ink deep

i wonder what it feels like to die. not suicide or murder, but peaceful. how it feels to almost be fighting for breath, then just letting go. does your entire life really flash before your eyes? does it hurt? does it feel like sleeping? do you suddenly remember everything important you had to do and leave with regrets?

or does it take the weight off of your chest, like years of worries and doubts and pain just lifted away? i like to think it feels like floating, like you’re looking at yourself from the outside, from a whole different perspective. you float and float and float and then you blink and

you’re

flying.

—  quicker and easier than falling asleep
I feel like I’m wasting my time. I’m walking down a street that leads to a dead end. A dead end that just has heartbreak written all over it. The worse thing is I can’t just turn around, I have to go down to the end because that’s where I’ll find you.
I look at you
But look away
When you look at me
Strangers is what we are
But not what I want us to be
The hidden stares
And secretive smiles
Are too much
Knowing I’ll never see you again
My glance lingers on you
And all too quickly
I leave
—  enlightenedreader ~ 16/07/17 ~
Lullaby

I.

Shades of crimson red,
Are the hues of my mind.
They transform when I go to bed,
Into a hell of some kind.

II.

Sleep has a gatekeeper,
That looks in a way or another,
Like the Beelzebub of a sleeper..
It’s almost as if he’s his brother.

III.

Right after I’ve blinked a final blink,
And I’m swinging on the edge of sleep,
It feels as if I’m standing on the brink,
Of hell, devils begging me to leap,
Into the arms of flames, like whips,
Whipping streaks of black and red,
Like an abusive lover, burning kisses with her lips,
Onto skin reeking of the stench of dread.

IV.

When I take shelter in my slumber,
And shut my eyes to unlearn,
The earthly hell with a scent of umber,
I sway into a hell with a certain burn.
One with a scent of lava and smoke,
And flames with the same color of my thoughts.
Halos of smoke around my neck, I choke,
Tightened, secured with several knots.

by @ambiguitiesromanticized

Pull her close— look deep in the soul of her eyes and let her know that you’re honored to even exist in her dimension. Let her know that her existence was a mere existent of every piece of energy you ever felt. Remind her that your light shines just a little brighter when she’s around. Tell her you’re in love with every paradox that told you a being like her didn’t exist. The type of magic that a touch feels like a kiss without even being in the vicinity of her epitome. To the point her conscious elevates your humility because you have nothing to prove.

Let her know you miss her presence as if the ocean elevated to heaven. Look and her and say—Heaven. Make that image so vulnerable yet value that when she looks at you she feels like heaven.

Fifty years from now, if you knocked on my door and told me that you needed me, I would still drop everything I had to help you.

Fifty years from now, if you knocked on my door and told me you were ready to try again, I would be ready to try again.

Fifty years from now, if you knocked on my door and told me that you loved me, I would love you back.

I know that I will want you for the rest of my life, so I’m hoping that in fifty years from now when you knock on my door, it will only be because you misplaced the key.

—  I’ll want you forever. (via @sinfulessentials)
You kissed me and I tasted the sky.
—  E. Grin, i think i’m addicted to the stars.
Have you ever just laid down and thought about how you have so many ‘friends’ but in actuality you have no one? It’s not like you wanna think about it but you do. and you start to cry but you don’t want anyone to hear you so you start to silent cry and it’s the most painful feeling because you wanna scream and let all your emotions out but you put your hand over your mouth, close your eyes, and lets the tears and your fears consume you.
Love isn’t about how you feel about someone else.

It’s about how they make you feel about yourself.

But do you know what’s absolutely beautiful? Falling in love with the same person over and over again, because it shows that you’re never done with loving them, it shows that you are loving them every second of the day despite everything.
—  The Art of Falling in Love // r.k
Even on your bad days you’re still the most beautiful person to me.
—  t.i // Repost from something I wrote a while ago.
That night when my eyes first met yours, I knew you would either complete me or completely destroy me.
—  K.N.B.
I sat there,
falling in love
with every ounce of who you are
just at the sound of your voice.
—  E. Grin, phone calls
They were in love once,
But they were too young,
Too oblivious to see what they had.
They broke each other over and over.
He was distant and afraid,
She was wild and carefree.
They still talk, but it’s never the same.
There is still love, but both have changed.
—  K.N.B.
I’m okay
until somebody asks
how I am,
because my voice ends up cracking
as I try to say
everything is fine.
—  E. Grin, I’m in pain but nobody knows.