Smile Hope *

Status: *puts selfie on top of Christmas tree because I am the star*
Joined: November 24, 2013
Last Seen: 3 years
user id: 375300
Gender: F
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.  LoveMyProfile.com - Profile Counters

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Quotes by Smile Hope *

It’s 4 am in the morning
You should be in the bed with him
Instead
You’re waking every morning  but it’s not with him
Your phone beeps
You should be on the phone with him
Instead
You’re pouring out your heart
To the kind lady at the hotline
Your life should make sense by now
Instead
You’re running in circles.
His love
Should have enlightened you,
Instead
It consumes you at night
Blinding you with uncertainty.
 You should be in his arms
Instead
You’re  writing this horrid poem ..
 
 
It’s 4 am in the morning
You should be in the bed with him
Instead
You’re waking every morning  but it’s not with him
Your phone beeps
You should be on the phone with him
Instead
You’re pouring out your heart
To the kind lady at the hotline
Your life should make sense by now
Instead
You’re running in circles.
His love
Should have enlightened you,
Instead
It consumes you at night
Blinding you with uncertainty.
 You should be in his arms
Instead
You’re  writing this horrid poem ..
 
 
It’s 4 am in the morning
You should be in the bed with him
Instead
You’re waking every morning  but it’s not with him
Your phone beeps
You should be on the phone with him
Instead
You’re pouring out your heart
To the kind lady at the hotline
Your life should make sense by now
Instead
You’re running in circles.
His love
Should have enlightened you,
Instead
It consumes you at night
Blinding you with uncertainty.
 You should be in his arms
Instead
You’re  writing this horrid poem ..
 
 
It’s 4 am in the morning
You should be in the bed with him
Instead
You’re waking every morning  but it’s not with him
Your phone beeps
You should be on the phone with him
Instead
You’re pouring out your heart
To the kind lady at the hotline
Your life should make sense by now
Instead
You’re running in circles.
His love
Should have enlightened you,
Instead
It consumes you at night
Blinding you with uncertainty.
 You should be in his arms
Instead
You’re  writing this horrid poem ..
 
 
It’s 4 am in the morning
You should be in the bed with him
Instead
You’re waking every morning  but it’s not with him
Your phone beeps
You should be on the phone with him
Instead
You’re pouring out your heart
To the kind lady at the hotline
Your life should make sense by now
Instead
You’re running in circles.
His love
Should have enlightened you,
Instead
It consumes you at night
Blinding you with uncertainty.
 You should be in his arms
Instead
You’re  writing this horrid poem ..
 
 
I am a paradox . For a girl who believes everything and everyone is ultimately good and are pure at the core of themselves and there is more to life and you have to go out and seek the world you want . For someone who thinks that the ordinary life is magical ,its weird when I get really upset when someone who matters ignores me or forgets to reply back . I am so srsly fckd
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
Breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
I just wanna be yours

It’s your flaws I want to taste.
Your crooked mouth.
The way you smell after being out all day.
Your knees, so eager to bend

to whatever song is playing in
your head.
Your chest, as it rises and falls
rises and falls
on the carpeted ground. Your
sometimes smooth chin.
Your pimpled politeness. Your
tangled hair.
Your “good morning,”
every morning.
I don’t want to be able to run
my fingers through you easily.
It is no fun writing about
perfections.

I want to talk about you.
Flawed. Crooked.
Endlessly
interesting.
You.

 ♡♡♡

“You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.” ― Warsan Shire
“I hated labels anyway. People didn’t fit in slots—prostitute, housewife, saint—like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.”