Datum Amore. Ad Defendendum.

I always thought that I could never
live without you.
But it’s been a few years
since I’ve heard your voice.
My hair is a lot shorter.
I sleep earlier than I used to.
I guess what I’m trying to say is
my world had fallen apart
and yet I am still here.

Tina TranEverything is impermanent  (via absentions)

(via absentions)

I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.

—Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via quotes-shape-us)

(via recordsandrainydays)

I can feel myself falling
every time our eyes lock
and I wonder if you know that
galaxies exist in your pupils
and I’m trying to figure out if
this is what love feels like.
Like the whole world is
and spinning
and spinning
and we are just standing here
facing each other,
frozen in time.
Floating in between minutes.
The world is going by so fast
but it doesn’t bother us
because this time is ours.
The universe made this
moment just for us.

So out of appreciation
we will cease this memory
and put it beneath our skin
so that we don’t forget about it
in the morning.
And for the sake
of what we have been given
I will capture stars
and hang them in your mouth
so whenever you smile
you will be able to see
in place of your teeth.
When you press
your lips together
you can see radiating light.
Don’t be afraid
of what’s inside of you
when there are planets
within your reach.

"Cosmic love," Written by Colleen & Anthea (via mostlyfiction)

(via 2wentysixletters)

I fell in love
with the vulnerability of your eyes.
You look out the window
and really
see the sky.
It is a trait less taught.
I see a hundred years in your smile.

Michelle K., To the Sleepy-Faced Boy on the Train. (via michellekpoems)

(via recordsandrainydays)

April 2, 2014: “Write about unspoken words.”


"Three Taps"

We’re laying in bed
And she has a migraine,
So I tap her hand three times
And she smiles
Because she knows.

We’re out in public
In a redneck part of town,
So she taps my shoulder three times
And I smile
Because I know.

We’re driving home,
Too tired to speak,
So she taps my leg three times
And I smile
Because I know.

Sometimes all I need
To make it through the day
Is three taps.

(via mylifeonfire23)