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I want to touch you. But not your skin. I want to see your eyes. I want you to look at me as if you’re trying hard to figure out something. I want to see you smile, the kind of smile that you never show to anyone. The kind of smile that reveals who you really are. I want you. The good and the bad. The confuse and sad. The jolly and silly. I want each and every single part of you —from your body to your soul— from your mind to your heart. I want to hold you and break everything that hurts you. Let me see you. Let me pass through that high wall of yours. Please let me, just let me see you. I just want to know that you’re truly happy.
—  ma.c.a // Let me feel you
I hate small talk.
I don’t wanna know “what’s up” or “wyd”.
I want you to tell me your thoughts on religion, what keeps you up at night, what kind of music you listen to, and what your goals are for the future. Tell me your deepest thoughts and what makes you tick.
I want to know your entire galaxy, not just a single star.
—  I Want To Know You
I hate the way just one smile of you can take my breath away
—  10 things I hate about you #5
I could write novels about all the guys I’ve been with but I couldn’t write one about you.
I could describe love but I couldn’t describe the way I feel about you.
I could fall in love but I couldn’t fall in love the way I did with you.
—  He makes me speechless.
For You Are

Wrap your arms around me
Tight,
Tonight.

Sing me a song
Full of images inspired
By love and desires
Where I am your hero
You are my Muse
Casting a spell
Sparking the fuse

Broken and spent
May I lay at your feet
Having given my everything
Avoiding defeat

For you are

My strength
My purpose
My life
My reason

My safe haven
My storm
My changing
Of season

Shine your rays on my face
Battered and scarred
After years of promises
I’ve overcome so far.

I promise to you
Give all of me, true.
Across plains and high desert,
Mountains, rivers, no lesser.

Still I will come back
To feel you at my side
Feeling your warmth
In bed every night.

One day, say you will,
Until then I’ll be waiting
Hanging onto the dream
My lust finally sating.

You,
Only you,
Always you,
Hopefully you…

Will feel it, too.

-H. Murcia 12:30AM 3/28/2017

Yes I was searching for peace and I tried killing myself for it
—  Cynthia Chapman // recovering
Monday Morning Wishes

I wish I’d awakened to you today.

Imagining effervescent fantasies
Sparkling all around you,
Getting drunk upon your beauty,
One you don’t believe you have,
But I can’t help but be
Enraptured and spellbound to.

While the rain falls against my window
On this Monday morning
Wishing you were here,
The rhythmic tapping keeping time
Reminding me it’s another second closer
Until you are finally mine.

-H. Murcia 11:07AM 3/27/2017

I fell first for a boy who didn’t know up from down. He didn’t mind that fact either. He was stubborn and blissfully ignorant that one day his bad decisions would catch up to him and that he’d continue his family’s trend of dead end jobs and sad marriages.

I fell next for a boy who made me excited and always made me feel like I was on the verge of screaming. He would know every way to make me tick, and oh God how I loved that feeling. He knew me and knew how to make me feel like everything was possible and I was a gift.

I fell again for a boy with golden hair and ocean eyes. I mention his physical features because that’s all I cared about; he was gorgeous and inappropriate and childish and fun. He made me uncomfortable, but I still, to this day, think he wanted more from me, but I discounted myself as not good enough for this perfect boy.

I tried to fall once again for a boy with ambition and drive, but it was forced. I tried to work myself backwards to the feeling of everything that the other boy gave me, but I realized that it isn’t attainable without the boy that made me feel everything.

Every decision I make in life, every turn I take, he’s always there, staring at me in the back of my mind. I know that we were supposed to be something. I can feel it and my heart aches for it every single day. I’d be lying if I said that if he showed up in my life again tomorrow that I could carry on like nothing had changed; if he showed up tomorrow, everything would change, everything would be better and more intense and I would finally beat down this harsh feeling of lingering “what ifs”.

—  MJG // Spilling my soul for the boy who made me feel everything and not caring about errors.

Every three thousand years, the gods put brother against brother and friend against friend. They say it’s to make sure the species never forget their place. That they never loose their peace…

Each of the Seven chooses two people, a boy and a girl, usually of a different species, to represent them in the coming war. Each of the Fourteen have special gifts given to them by their patrons. They’re more powerful than their peers.

Out of the Fourteen, only seven remain at the end of each war. No one ever knows which side they’re on. No one knows who’s on their side.

They must trust each other to survive.
Seven must die to restore balance.

War is coming…
Do you know which side your on?

—  Adrian D Epps