women’s history month is special to me because i’m reminded to show love. more love than usual. i’m reminded to go out of my way to make other women feel beautiful. i go out of my way to make other women feel comfortable. i want other women to know i’m here or there for them. always. you and i will always be one in the same, and for that reasoning alone, i want you to know, i love you.
—  Reyna Biddy
Why spend even one day searching for someone else when it could take a lifetime to find yourself?
—  E.G.

anonymous asked:

Can you write me a poem? I just realized I fell in love with my friend, but we agreed to be just friends with benefits. We can't be together, we just can't, even if I wanted us to.

Just friends
I chant it inside my head
Just friends there are no feelings to have
So why is it when your hand brushes mine
It’s red hot electric, a shocking sign
That you mean more with every tick of time
But though I feel it
As the feeling grows
I know in my heart
Deep in my soul
I can never have you
And you’ll never know

“Why did you leave?” He asked me the only thing he had come to find out, and I realised I wasn’t sure how to answer it as fully as he deserved.

He wouldn’t look at me, maybe that was for the best. “I wanted to forget”, I was telling the truth. “I wanted to forget about you, about us, about every slammed door and every night I spent waiting for you to come home, I was tired and I was drained and I wanted to forget.” I looked at him and he looked broken, broken by hearing what I had to say, and broken by knowing it was true.

“And did you? Did you forget?”

“Of course I didn’t”, his eyes lit up, “I wanted to forget about you so badly that you were the only thing I remembered”

—  running away - blue-delusion
we almost became something. and you almost loved me and i almost loved you. we almost made it, but almost isn’t enough. i guess they were right when they said that almost was the saddest word in the world because you were my almost and now you’re gone and i don’t know what to do with myself.
I sat there,
falling in love
with every ounce of who you are
just at the sound of your voice.
—  E. Grin, phone calls
I just want to spend late nights with you. I want to be the one that you go to when you’re hurt and sad. I want to be the one that strokes your hair while you’re laying on my lap. I want to give you early morning kisses and late night cuddles. I just want to be the person that gives you the world. Please, just let me be that person.
I know we haven’t talked for a long while, and I know you pretty much forgot about me at this point. But I hope you’re happy with whatever you’re doing. I hope you find someone who will love you as much as I did. And I hope you find happiness within yourself. Even if we did end up having a fallout, I hope you’re doing what you love and find true happiness. Even if it’s without me.
How foolish of me, to believe that I could fill the gaps in your heart and soul with my love. How foolish of me, to think that all of my love would be enough. How foolish.
—  Lukas W. // How foolish