I am sorry that I may forget that I have you from time to time, that I forget to share the burden I have on my shoulder and the wrinkles on my forehead. I was always alone in my battles, so please forgive me when I forget to take you along with me sometimes.
—  Lukas W. // A loner with a lover

a star was falling outside my window
and I almost made a wish for you


and then I laughed
because I remembered


all the times I prayed on my knees
for your return and I decided


something as beautiful as a shooting star
does not deserve to think of you

—  shooting star by shelby leigh
I wish I could be close to you right now and put my arms around you.
—  Poets Love Her
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
You should date a girl who reads. Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn. She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book. Buy her another cup of coffee. Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice. It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does. She has to give it a shot somehow. Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world. Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two. Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series. If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype. You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads. Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

Rosemarie Urquico

it is okay
if you take the
path that turns left
and i take the right one
because, i believe
that loving people
makes you strong.
strong enough to
tread the road
all by yourself.

hush,
listen to the
melancholy that fills up
the void in my chest
for the sound of my
beating heart is
soft thunder, tonight.

shush,
you’ve done
enough talking for the
day. i think the night calls
for rest and i know
exactly how to help.

lush,
the forest of my soul is,
but it burns under your
gaze. it burns down to
the ground.

rush,
i feel in my veins
for we are young
and tonight is
our forever.

We were over long before it started
But I still choose to wait.
We never had a chance did we?
From the first glance it was already too late.
—  Walking Into A Burning House // @kylie-not-kylis
Looking for something

It’s always been,
You.

Talented,
Strong,
Amazing,
You.

Don’t lie to me.
You
know what you’re doing.
You
know what you want.
You
will always be perfect in my eyes.
You
with all your faults will always be, to me.
You
no matter how hard you try, couldn’t get me angry at
You.
No matter what
You
do, I would always be helpless in stopping
You.

And that’s why it hurts so much.

You

Pain,
Suffering,
Loss,
Heart break,
You.

You.
Make me,
Spiral out of control.
Wander helplessly with people that only bring out the worst.
You
know what you’re looking for,
But don’t know where it is
Or
Where to start.

And that leaves me.
Here.
Alone and heartbroken.
I’m in the dark and I don’t know what to do.

I always had
You
By my side.
And with
you
gone that doesn’t just leave a hole.
I’m not the same.
I don’t know who I am.
I might as well be nobody.

Just because your heart beats doesn’t mean it works.

Loving you was a lot
like loving a ghost.
You gave me nothing,
and yet you still managed
to haunt my every thought.
—  S. Renea