you have eyes like the
universe. never ending
and brimming with stars.
Hope is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
~ Emily Dickinson (via ofallgods)
~ Jamie Anne Royce (via exulis)
your ribcage is wrapped with roses
and your eyes are evanescent blooms
there are vines between your fingers
that trail into the gloom.
your arms are tangled in ivy
and your legs are lost in leaves
theres a single daisy resting from
whence your breaths did heave.
even in death you sustain life
and your beautiful soul will give
the flowers and the weeds
a coffin in which to live.
how insignificant
the world can make us seem.
its crashing waves
and towering trees
dwarf the importance
of you and of me.
and yet as i stand here
my lips locked with yours
i never felt so important
i never felt so adored.
isn’t wonderful how the simple act
of an embrace
can give us a home in this world
a significant place.
like. fuck. i’ve had so many in my life time, i have said goodbye to people so many times, and yet i still can’t do it properly. my heart wrenches itself open, and my guts start pouring themselves out in the form of tears. mascara runs down my cheeks, as i kiss and hug my loved ones. Eventually with one final forlorn look in their general direction i drag my broken self into the car and weep until my tear ducts are dry. this happens every time. couple this with the prospect of never seeing them again, and hell, i’m lost to the tides of misery. drowning.
4 months ago | 3 notesThere it is again.
That lasso around my heart,
That gravitational pull,
That never ending desire.
I think i might
Be falling…
I just got back from Wales.
I spent new year there, i ate inordinate amounts of food, drank my body weight in white wine and welcomed 2013 standing up to my ankles in mud in a evening gown and combat boots. i’d say it’s going to be a good one.
I hope the year 2013 treats you better than 2012 did. i hope you all are happy, healthy and well fed.
i’d like you all to know that i love you for caring enough about my writing to follow this blog, and that i don’t honestly know what id do without you.
i’m looking so very forward to this year. it’s going to be beautiful.
for auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne
with love from,
M xxx
my thought are running around my head so fast i can hardly distinguish one fron the other. i can’t focus on anything. i just want to empty my mind. i just want to think simple thoughts, unpolluted by memories of embarrassing moments, thoughts of ex boyfriends, or worries about all the shit i haven’t done. i just want peace in my mind. please.
4 months ago | 2 noteslike pieces of long forgotten dreams
my memories of you slip away.
leaving only the very beautiful
and very painful
clear as day.
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