Running wild in the chaos and the calm,
Searching for everything that she deserves.
Bearing in mind that she belongs to no man,
And all she needs is to keep herself warm.
– her
Running wild in the chaos and the calm,
Searching for everything that she deserves.
Bearing in mind that she belongs to no man,
And all she needs is to keep herself warm.
– her
We love what we need,
we love what makes us feel good,
we love what is convenient to us.
How is it fair to say that we love one person
when there are a couple thousand out there
who we would love more if we met them?
Isn’t love is a form of prejudice?
Based on circumstance and compatibility
and a result of a chance encounter?
– her
I like it best when my mind is
in a bloodshed battle with my heart.
I like it best when I’m a little broken,
with bruised knuckles and happy pills.
After all, I like poetry more than therapy.
Poems never seem to judge my “wrong” ways.
– her
How did you forgive me before I could forgive myself?
– her
My biggest soft spot would have to be my love.
I can love with everything I have and I can love with my soul.
Sometimes it is too much for people and sometimes it is not quite enough.
For the past 18 years, finding the balance in love would be one of the hardest things I have had to deal with. But I have learnt how to love the person who means the world to me in this day to day life. I have learnt to love her flaws, her sins and her demons. I have learnt to love her freckles, her tummy and her curves. I have learnt to love the person she is and I have learnt that loving her is what keeps her going. Loving her makes her not tired of loving everyone else with everything she has.
When she loves herself, she can do anything.
– her
Whenever I am lost at sea,
I tilt my head back, stare at the stars and let go of the salt in my tears.
Like an offering of my utmost gratitude
for the way the waves never seems to stop rocking me back to sleep.
– her
Goodbye 17.
I like living. It is true that sometimes I have been wildly, despairingly, miserably racked with sorrow. But through it all, I certainly still know that being alive is a grand thing.
Hello 18.
– her
My happy little pill
Take me away
Dry my eyes
Bring colour to my skies
My sweet little pill
Tame my hunger
Light within
Numb my skin
– her (via Troye)
Your naked body;
must only belong to those
who fall in love with
your naked soul.
– her
If I die tonight,
I think I would like to come back
as your morning coffee.
Just as strong and
just as necessary.
– her