does your conscious

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ask submit about my poems

“His eyes aren’t the ocean; I’m not going to drown when he tells me he doesn’t love me anymore.
His freckles aren’t really constellations that I can trace my fingers against so I can feel the stars shimmering under his skin,
and his veins are not a map I follow to lead me back to his heart where I belong.
He is honestly just a sleepy eyed boy with dimples and crooked teeth.
But it’s really hard not to see the world in someone when in truth, to you that’s what they are. Your entire fucking world.”

—   There’s just something about you (H.S)

(Source: dumbdaisies, via theyrejustghoststonight)

“Words… They’re innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they’re no good any more… I don’t think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will speak for you when you’re dead.”

—   Tom Stoppard The Real Thing (via avvfvl)

(Source: sempiternale, via avvfvl)


The Breakfast Club (1985) dir. John Hughes

Saturday, March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062.

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us — in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.

(via distressed--teens)


“I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.”

—   J.D. Salinger (via skullbonez)

(Source: karastrophic, via thinly)

“Allow yourself to mourn the loss of love, and heal from those wounds. Don’t run into the arms of another lover, you will not find peace there: you will only accumulate more to heal from.”

—   Tara Rose, This Is How You Win Him Back (via larmoyante)

(via sexpansion)

“I haven’t seen the darkest part of you yet, but I promise I’m not running. I will walk the darkest hallways of your mind with a flashlight in one hand and a bat in another ad I will fight any demons that come my way.”

—   someone that actually loves you. (via sheekeepsmewarm)

(via horriblehorribly)


South Tyrolean Alps

Lukas Furlan

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“Fall for him but never chase him, never.”

—   What my mother told me about falling in love (via pagibigdatcom)

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“Every introvert alive knows the exquisite pleasure of stepping from the clamor of a party into the bathroom and closing the door.”

—   Sophia Dembling, The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World  (via ab-sences)

(Source: thesoutherly, via thebuhiandmandyblog)


do you ever know the answer to a question in class but you don’t want to say it and the teacher is looking round at everyone and you’re tempted to say it but just before you get the chance to, the teacher tells you the answer and everyone is mind-blown and stares at the teacher in complete awe like they’re the most intelligent being ever and you just sit there like i knew that

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“While I sleep, I dream of you, and when I wake, I long to hold you in my arms. If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days with your heart.”

—   Nicholas SparksNights in Rodanthe (via feellng)

(via itsprettygreat)