wish to say
Underneath that ‘Goodnight’
Is the long been kept
‘I Love You’
inside…
Underneath that ‘Goodnight’
Is the long been kept
‘I Love You’
inside…
.Guilty of It.
(Source: larmoyante, via wuthering-heights)
Still, the longer I was around her, the more I could see the colours of her mind and the recesses of her heart. There was a beast in there. But there was also a girl who was afraid of being a beast, and who wondered if other people had beasts in their hearts too. There was strength, and there was also just the determination to look strong. She guarded herself like a secret.I still Love You in my own Fucked up way
…Positive Begets Positive
the need to escape that pain and thoughts that distraught me unceasingly,
travelled the road, crossed the sea to reach this calming view…
the summer heat melts my fears away,
the waves took the anger, and dash it back to the deep blue sea,
wrath there is none…
hatred I washed it out…
Behind all this,
I Still Think
If Only You Were Here…
When we meet someone & fall in Love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side.
I saw this happen Today as the sun went down.
And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing Left!
No Herons, No distant music, Not even the taste of His lips.
How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?
Life moves very fast.
It rushea us from
Heaven to Hell in a matter if seconds.
If you don’t love me, stop being nice to me because honestly, my poor heart can’t handle it.
(via tylerknott)
I know it will growYou said you’re working your way for that girl…
A day later you admit that it is just to tease me when I got an impression that you’re seeing someone else…
And then there’s your line
-That girl is You.
now what am I suppose to feel?
you showered me with words,
and right at this very time
neither I can feel or see
What you really mean.
This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
Exactly As It Is
(via eletheowl)
One Died for you to be Born.
… the Earth after all doesn’t creak and grown it’s way around the sun just so Human beings can have a good time and a bit of laugh…
-Sputnik Sweetheart
…so that’s how we live ourlives. No matter how deep and fatal the lost, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us - that’s snatched right out of our hands - even if we left completely changed people with only the outer layer of skin before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in Silence.
We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time bidding it farewell as it trails off behind
Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
-Sputnik Sweetheart