Perfect
you know when you love someone so much, and you just want them to love you back? [lowercase intended]
you know when you love someone so much, and you just want them to love you back? [lowercase intended]
When you write a story on Wattpad on the school computer- Yeah. Anyways, have some drawings I do when Im bOred
people write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. june 1st 2018- august 16th 2018 thank you, @blushingbieber, for the wonde...
Just random bits and pieces i write when i don't know how to cope with anything really.
♡ a poem compilation ♡ "maybe someday, these pain-filled words will compensate for this endless suffering."
Sometimes my voice dies in my throat, buries itself beneath waves of crippling suffocation, burns itself out as cold hands tear at my laced skin. I have smiled while my eyes have cried and pleaded, my wrists numb, my lips wobbling and blue, and stars escaping this dark night that I'm trapped in. I long for a darkness...
sometimes we fall in love with the wrong people. and we stay with them, because we think that our love is enough to mold them into the person we want them to be. it never is. and the inadequacy of your love will hurt you. you will wonder why you are not enough for the one person who is more than enough for you. ~...
I continue throwing pebbles at his window, a grin on my face. He finally opens his window, glaring at me. "What do you want Matthews?" "I have a really important question! It's a matter of life and death!" "What?" "Do you have a cat?" "Oh my god, you're so annoying... just... go to sleep." "But-" "Go to sleep."...
Eden's mother considers her the ruin of a perfect family. When the only father she's ever known leaves Eden and her family behind at the age of three, Eden becomes the brunt of abuse and neglect. On her first day of school, Eden meets Noah, a little boy in her class that greets her and fast becomes her best friend. A...
insæi - an old icelandic term; the sea within; to see within; and to see from the inside out est. may 24 2017 [ completed ! ]
I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.
you write so wonderfully, the inside of your head must be a dreadful place. ⚘ You are as an skryscaper, unreachable. Please check out my instagram account @broken.windows_
"Dreaming, Maybe I'm still breathing" Just a collection of poems I've wrote or I'll write... A place for me where I can express my thoughts and feelings about various things that matter to me and affect me... If you care about these things you are free to read my book...