It’s a tragically beautiful thing, don’t you think,
to have somebody to miss.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 61
“Cross country”
Dear love, I don’t think you understand the power you have over me. How easily you can make my day or ruin my week by a simple text. You have the power to let me grow or to tear me down and you don’t even realise
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a. a gentle soul with big dreams. tending to be melancholic, they can be sensitive and highly emotional, loosing themselves in their own imagination.

b. highly independent and ambitious, they have a clear idea of their goals and priorities in life. always analyzing their surroundings, they are very private, not sharing their deep inner emotions.

c. beams of sunlight, radiating positive energy. kind-hearted, they tend to put others’ needs before their own. the best friend one could hope for.

d. curiosity is their main drive in life. seeking to discover everything this world has to offer, their natural love of learning ignites a strong passion. you find them staying awake at night, fully consumed by their topic of interest.

e. full of ideas and creativity, they seek to make, to transform their thoughts into art and poetry, into beautiful phrases. prone to sometimes being anxious, especially around new people.

“It’s rather pathetic.”

“What is?”

“The fact that I could conquer the whole world, but never her heart.”

—  Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #143 // “Some things are not meant to be no matter what you do”
I looked at him with so much admiration, I swear you could see the love pouring out of my eyes like waterfalls.
I could also swear to you that he looked at me like all of the other girls, just another body, just another face. I could swear to you that when he kissed me so hungrily like I was his last meal, I could swear to you I was not what he was craving.
I could swear to you that he means so much more to me than I will ever mean to him; and I could swear to you there is no substance in the entire world to numb that pain.
—  v.m // I could swear
She always knew they had an expiration date but she never thought it would end like this. Throats too raw to scream anymore, eyes too dry to cry another tear, both suffocating in words that can never be unsaid. They are drowning in the silence but overwhelmed by the echoes of their past. This can’t be undone. There’s no saving them now.
—  Best before 05/13/17

“Ti meriti un amore che ti voglia
spettinata,
con tutto e le ragioni che ti fanno
alzare in fretta,
con tutto e i demoni che non ti
lasciano dormire.

Ti meriti un amore che ti faccia
sentire sicura,
in grado di mangiarsi il mondo
quando cammina accanto a te,
che senta che i tuoi abbracci sono
perfetti per la sua pelle.

Ti meriti un amore che voglia ballare
con te,
che trovi il paradiso ogni volta che
guarda nei tuoi occhi,
che non si annoi mai di leggere le
tue espressioni.

Ti meriti un amore che ti ascolti
quando canti,
che ti appoggi quando fai la ridicola,
che rispetti il tuo essere libera,
che ti accompagni nel tuo volo,
che non abbia paura di cadere.

Ti meriti un amore che ti spazzi via le
bugie
che ti porti il sogno,
il caffè
e la poesia.”

– Frida Kahlo.

Music so loud
I can’t hear my thoughts,
art so bright
I forget your face.
—  // 15 words poem
j.d.m.
Everything in life will either get better, or worse. And for you to get through it, you just have to prepare for both.
—  Lukas W. // About life

What do I do with these feelings?
These newspaper clippings
These reports, so fucking
statistical
“22 killed, 59 injured”
They don’t add in the words “human lives”
They don’t add in the words “affliction”
22 human lives lost, 59 humans bleeding,
Thousands reeling from trauma
and millions
terrified
that they’re next, another concert
another play, another
place they just wanted to smile

I’m
so fucking sorry
that one idea,
one extremist turned into
teenagers, who were waiting
for their chance to turn this around,
Crying as their best friend
lay unmoving on the ground
in what was supposed to be
the happiest moment
of their finite little 17 years of life


You didn’t deserve this
You deserved
the excitement of your first paycheck
the sorrow of lost love
that vacation in the Maldives you always wanted
You didn’t deserve
to be a liar when you told your mother you’d be home for dinner tomorrow

—  you are more than another incident to add to the list
//
bluestruckholly
Somehow in the oddest way, we are all waiting whether it is for something or someone. We wait even when we know the fact that they may not come back. We hopelessly wait.
—  Lukas W. // We wait