Total eclipse of the heart
Sad babygirl

We’ve always flown in different skies.
Guess there was no hole in your life to fill. I admire your strength, this is killing me.

We are all believers when they say “I love you”,
and “a house with cats in Canadian woods”.
And I always thought that you wouldn’t leave me,
for the oaths you made were so well adorned.

We’ve always flown in different motions
and I sent you love in a thousand ways.
Yet, the ones you wanted seemed to be missing,
like I missed that bus in the pouring rain.
I cannot remember every kiss I sent you,
and I cannot count the ones I forgot.

We’ve never been two birds of a feather,
but I still insisted in keeping us close.
Should I have let go when you gave me reasons,
should I pluck a heart from a tender core.
You have always flickered, one way or another,
you have always flickered and I should have known.

You have flown away and I can’t believe it. I can smell your scent in the cloudy days.
I can’t read some words without crying my heart out,
and I’m walking hell instead of the moon.

"Babygirl", you said.
Babygirl no more.

Wish we could turn back,
wish I could say ‘yes’
the day I said ‘no’.

And vice versa.

We have always flown in different skies.

But He’s Mine…

profoundfuckery:

He’s leaving
So I’m pushing as hard as I can
Boots ground into the pavement
Set
{He will not see me cry before he goes}
I will lift him up in construction equipment
And toss him as far from me as I can
{I will not reveal my addicition}
With a cool mask of indifference
I will wave goodbye too early
And walk back to my castle of reserve
Where I have my walls and my weapons
{I will not tell him I love him before he goes}
I will await his exit
And drink until I forget

He whispered with air
he stole from me
and as I struggled to breathe,
he laughed.

Isn’t it Sweet

(notestomysoul)

A shopping cart exposé leading from a block away
To kissing you up against the back door of your apartment,
I am always conflicted between kissing your lips
And pulling back so I can stare at that face,
That beautiful face.
You are uncharted seas,
Let my hands be the cartographer.
My thumb is tracing every whorl on your fingertips,
Plotting details in my brain cells
But it’s a struggle cause when you smile you wipe clean all my neurons
It’s a miracle I can even talk straight when I’m with you.
You have no idea how god damn nervous you make me,
And it’s not the kind of nervous where I want to throw up or anything,
It’s the kind of nervous where I’m thinking
“Oh my god you are Athena and I am trembling on my knees in the temple.”
I pray your forgiveness in advance,
Sweet goddess,
For every second glance I take
But this map is so precious to me
I’d rather die before I edge on mistake.
"The Cartographer" - Nishat Ahmed (via sickwithsyllables)
I’m so sorry. I wanted to make
you proud but I feel like I’m
only holding on by my teeth.
I’m sorry. I wanted to
make you happy. I wanted to
be your anchor but we’re
both drowning now.
Kaylie R. Brisbourne, as I was almost there, I went under again. (via some-blue-eyed-metaphor)

There will come a time when the night air
won’t send chills down my spine
for it will no longer whisper your name.

I will stop telling stories about you,
for the moon has grew tired of hearing them
and weariness is an awful thing to feel.

The stars would appear
brighter than your eyes,
and I would hear lullabies again.

The winds would be warm,
the seas won’t crash waves,
and I will no longer drown.

Elaine Vivo (thewayshefeelsnumb), I will learn to unlove you (via thewayshefeelsnumb)

mimickingmaelstroms:

I have never been one to write letters that begin with dear

I have never been one to write letters at all, actually

I have never been one to say hello or smile that much

because I hate my voice and how my mouth curls

so crudely into something more of a grimace.

For me the past isn’t a series…

aragorn1379:

ginjaninja3716:

commandereyebrows:

chachipistachis:

theamericankid:

Tumblr needs more of this….whatever this is.

Is this the same artist who made the original for this

image

how women actually are

OH MY GOD IF I DON’T EVER REBLOG THIS IT’S PROBABLY BECAUSE I’M DEAD

mother fuckin macys sale