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You have stars
in the walls
of your lungs.

And sometimes,
it will hurt for you
to just breathe.

—  Lukas W. // Stars in lungs
I was afraid to show these teeth.
These fangs. These tearing, mutilating
things that rip through bone like it’s
only paper. I was afraid to show
that I was capable of doing the
same to you.
—  teeth // Haley Hendrick
Making Faces

I was torn from my sleep by the sound of my daughter’s screams. I rushed across the hall and saw Jessie standing in front of her bedroom window. When I wrapped my arms around her, I noticed her pajamas were soaked with sweat. The screams tapered off and gasping sobs replaced them; her tiny body heaving as it attempted to take in more air than her lungs would allow.

I picked her up and carried her into my room. We sat on the bed and I held her until she’d calmed enough for me to ask what happened. She shook her head. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Please, sweetheart – I promise it’s okay. What happened?”

Jessie’s wide, blue eyes stared into mine, still leaking away the memory of whatever trauma she’d endured. She pulled my nightgown, beckoning me to come down to her level so she could whisper something in my ear. I obliged.

“There was a big girl in my window making faces at me.”

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If the sky could talk it’d be my most trusted and loyal friend. Clouds don’t judge. Instead, they sit restlessly as they await the call to pour all they’ve held in, and drown those beneath them with pitiful sorrow. In their sorrow, many find gladness. The trees are quenched and wail no more. The smog is cleared as new babies are able to breathe the fresh life of new cleanness. In the sorrow of the clouds, I find peace in completely siting alone, devouring a good book as I lift my eyes to the bitter clouds, and reminisce with the sky once more.
—  Reminiscing to the sky
Melanie Garcia

“What of the galaxies and souls we
cannot touch? Or the people and places
we will never reach?

Do you not wonder about everything
that could’ve happened, everything that
could’ve been but isn’t?”

“No, I do. But it doesn’t change much,
does it? Even if everything were different,
it’d be the same, a different kind of same.
But the same nonetheless, because everything
would be different.”

“So we’ll be the same?”

“You and I are constant.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

—  “2am reality checks” remnant-thoughts
There are so many places I’ll never go to, and there are so many places I will go to, but will never truly understand.
I hope your mind and your heart aren’t on either of those lists.
I may never completely grasp all of your beautiful complexity, but I want as much of you as I can get.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh Once A Day (273/366)

It had been exceedingly windy, and even after the storm had passed the sea still seemed to be quite angry, battering the rocks and the beach with considerable vigour. But at least it had stopped raining for a while, so Algy tucked himself in flat against the rock, holding on tightly with both wings, and spent a happy hour or two just watching the waves pounding on the shore.

Need I Go On

Judging doesn’t push me off cliffs
It doesn’t give me wings either
trying to twist fate’s DNA
You, be like me if it kills you
When have we ever looked at palms
Shook heads, “Why can’t you be an oak?”
Let me be me
Exactly as I am
In this exact moment
Without apology

@katrinnac

I need your help, but I don’t want to annoy you. I don’t know if you’re there because you want to or because you feel like you have to.
I can’t start a conversation since it feels like I annoy you so for Gods sake love, just let me know where we stand.
—  Failing at writing Poems

I have let go of more hands than I have held onto ,
I believe we lose more people than we keep in the end .
the fault with the heart is it struggles to let go even when it knows it’s not good for it ,
It works like addiction doesn’t it ?
You know the cons yet you choose it

It’s strange I kept calling you , you never answered
Its stranger that you broke my heart even then it hurt to let you go ,

it felt like cutting a part of my own body because now it’s rather harmful , it’s tragic sometimes people can be that way , it’s frightening love can take over our senses and rationality and love have never been best of friends .

—  Kriti.G

When you’re in love with someone so bad, sooooo bad and they treat you less than what you deserve because they know you’ll stay, they know that you love them entirely too much to leave.

But you need to know that you deserve better baby girl, there is someone out there who is waiting for you to give them a chance and waiting to know that they are the reason to put that smile on your beautiful fucking face.

Now chin up, know your worth and never let your head fall down again.

I’d like to believe that I didn’t lose anything, that I actually gained better things, but every time my heart reminds me that it doesn’t want to love anyone ever again, I feel like I’ve lost a big part of me. I feel like I didn’t win against pain, not really. I feel terrible. I sure do want to protect myself from pain and it turns out that the only way my heart knows how is to guard and lock itself up–but, God, is it really supposed to be this way? If the hurt is gone and the pain isn’t ruling over me anymore, isn’t my heart supposed to be open for love again?
—  Irally Cariaso, “I’ve become this girl who doesn’t want to love anyone ever again and I’m scared that I’m going to be like this forever”
I thought you hated me.”
“I do. I hate you. You took away every good thing in my life without even trying. But of all the things I lost, you were the one I missed most.
—  from an unfinished story #297