You
should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of
the way you talk. You should think about the consequence Of
your magnetic field being a little too
strong...
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I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.
~ Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forever”
I’m often difficult to love. I go through dark periods like the moon and I hide from myself. But I promise I will kiss your wounds when they’re hurting. Even if they’re in your soul, I can find them with the light in my fingertips. I will lead you to the river so you can remember how beautiful it feels to be moved by something that is out of your control. And when our dark periods match, we can breathe with the grass and look at the night sky. The stars will remind us of the beauty in our struggles and we won’t feel lost anymore.
— Emery
Allen
You're like the ocean,
pretty enough on the surface,
but dive down into your depths,
you'll find beauty most people never see.
pretty enough on the surface,
but dive down into your depths,
you'll find beauty most people never see.
She was a mess, but I
didn't deserve her. It was the way her crooked smile hung,
her scattered freckles, or maybe her uncontrollable curls. But
when she laughed, her whole face contorted into such grace. I
wanted a forever with her--but her forever would be far too good
for me. I did not whatsoever deserve for even her eyes to glance
me over--but when they did, I felt proud. She was a beautiful
mess, the kind you had to love to love. And I loved her every
second. No one could ever say they loved another
more.
I spin a shroud about the past
Sink within to primordial places,
Where I dissolve and resolve,
Rearrange my very molecules,
And imagine myself flying
Sink within to primordial places,
Where I dissolve and resolve,
Rearrange my very molecules,
And imagine myself flying
"Just because she
doesn't have 100+ likes on her profile picture
DOES NOT
mean she isn't gorgeous..
Every girl is beautiful, It's society that's ugly."
~You are not a number
DOES NOT
mean she isn't gorgeous..
Every girl is beautiful, It's society that's ugly."
~You are not a number
So,
my boyfriend
spent
a super
duper
long
time
to write me a song (just piano music)
and it is gorgeous~!
Ahh I love this guy
❤
to write me a song (just piano music)
and it is gorgeous~!
Ahh I love this guy
❤
