we were a transform fault
i see that now
strike-slip
i ignored the first earthquake
and the second
and the third
but this one was too big
and now its over
maybe it was never meant to last
or maybe i shouldnt have ignored the signs
perhaps nothing else on earth matters, besides the love you take in, and the love you put out.
still not friends
still haven't talked
but he celebrated my 250 day duolingo streak
its the little things
that hurt the most
everyday it’s like. tomorrow will come and it will get better. and sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. and that’s how it is. and we have to keep hoping and hoping and hoping because you never know if the sun will shine or not the next day. and you know it will always eventually shine.
i'm not going to let myself
have a new crush
not this soon
not on her
i'm not going to let myself
like a girl so painfully straight
and break my streak
of not liking girls who could never
like me
but what happens
when i catch myself thinking of her
or looking for her
or lighting up, briefly,
at her name on my phone
when she's creeping up on me
like the first sign of spring
six more weeks of winter
i can't go any more days without her
but i promised
no more girls
not right now
definitely not her
shut up, heart
“I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”
— Paulo Coelho
''what if my writing isn't good eno--'' what if it's a reflection of your soul. what if it has a place in this world. what if you write it anyway
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i finally got my peace back and it is wonderful
there's nothing like peace after cacophony softness after pain it prickles until it doesn't , even when it still feels heavy afterward . nothing matters anymore , but it's the release that lets me say that it doesn't burn so much now & the sky's a giant screensaver , clouds drifting past to remind you the world's alive with you , & there is still beauty in the distraught . yes , freedom is the liberation from suffering , but it is also a heart opening up again trying to receive all the love that wants to come in .
Jane O. Wayne // Kate Jacobs
stop playing it cool, just be passionate and intense and insane and whoever sticks around is meant for you
women's hearts are lethal weapons did you hold mine and feel threatened
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