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Tag Archives: poetic
i. I will write about myself as a ghost until I die because I have constantly existed in another dimension, here and somewhere else, gone and present, invisible and begging to be touched even though your fingers will pass right through me and my sister and I still haunt these abandoned trailer parks. ii. The …
like taking your breath away, like forgetting what music sounds like, like having to learn how a heart beats all over again, like never seeing the stars again, like feeling nothing but cold, cold cold, like not knowing the answers even to the questions that are carved into your very being, like not living, you …
Something in me wants more. I can’t rest. Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via jgillz)
A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (via lonehands)
Do you ever realize how badly you’re going to miss a moment while you’re living it? Like wow, these are the good days. I am here and I am happy and I feel alive. (via foreverrwanderlust)
4a0000: I lov that we are all recovering and healing and growing into ourselves together
…her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly. Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex (via plathisms)
I know we make wishes on stars when we’ve run out of names to cry and embody trees just to feel something call us home. We hold the wind in fists of reasons we fear becoming, and fold promises into the letters behind eyes we closed before daylight had a name. Love wrote hope across …
kissing her feels like stars colliding. she gets you so high without even trying. loving her is like flying