“I hate this feeling.
Like I’m here,
but I’m not.
Like someone cares.
But they don’t.
Like I belong somewhere else,
anywhere but here,
and escape lies
just past that snowy window,
cool and crisp
as the February air.”
Ellen Hopkins
(via wordsnquotes)
coolin
Chumk
“Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you’ve been in before—you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall, the books on the shelves, the contents of the drawers: you could find your way around in the dark if you had to.”
I’ll Give You the Sun - Jandy Nelson (via texaszetalove)
me: hey can you make dopamine and serotonin
my brain:
Last drawing for #inktober
Tagged: #inktober
It’s been two days since I had to say goodbye to Bey, and I’m missing him so very much. Bark at all the birds in heaven. Auntie loves you always.
“I am trying to remember you,
and,
let you go,
at
the same time”
Nayyirah Waheed
(via help-n-quotes)
Borderline - Sufjan Stevens
Hope isn’t a word
A sudden said brother
And what do you care?
It wasn’t love at first sight
But immediate belonging
You felt like home
A single lighthouse,
Guiding my ship to shore
Safe from the choppy tides
Catching my sails
Carrying me inside to warm blankets
I don’t know
If I ever was your destination
Or just a place to rest
I don’t think I’ll ever know
You told me someday we’d marry
When I imagined the day I walked down the aisle
You were always at the other end
Handsome, waiting under an arch of flowers
Peonies, and blush roses
I imagined I’d be crying
Floating down the aisle
My white dress sweeping the satin runner
Guiding me home
To you
And now I’m alone
The day after you left me
I threw out my mattress
It didn’t feel like mine
It was a queen sized reminder that I was sleeping alone
You’re the cold pillows
On the vacant side of my bed
You’re the abandoned promises
That I’ll slowly forgive you for
You’re the moments that I especially feel your absence
The ones I’ll eventually share with someone else
I’ll slowly let go
You’ll feel so far away from me
Till I run into you 10 years from now
Pushing a cart at a grocery store
And I wonder if you’d still feel like home
E.F.H
Tagged: #erineatworld #my words #prose #spilled ink #poetry
