i don’t know how to ask for help i disappear and come back when i’m good
I don’t know what’s happening and why it’s happening. That’s what’s hurting me the most. I have no control over the distance you suddenly want to keep from me. What changed so quickly? Did you get tired of me? Was I not enough for you? Did you find someone better? All these thoughts running in my head, keeping me up at night, and it’ll also be the first thing I think of in the morning. I just miss you, I miss us.
- @spilled-thouqhts via Tumblr
- Nikita Gill, Lessons From The Cosmos
“Waking up after a break up is the hardest. Because you won’t get any good morning texts, or seeing that certain name on your notification anymore.”
— Life goes on even if you want to go back in time. // Late night thoughts #73
— Ellis Nightingale
“Gazing at the stars, I feel pure. Gazing at the world, I feel broken. The stars tell me to shine. The world tells me I am broken. At a standstill; caught and torn. Shall I focus on what I excel at? Or fix what’s broken? So, I gaze at the stars, bury broken parts of me. Promise my heart, to search and roam for my truest form.”
— Promise your heart // Hina Syeda @abillionlittlethoughts
-,’ types of people: the dragon prince - original sources of magic ,’-
sun: glowing skin, radiant smiles, the mom friend, books, sunsets, freckles, thick eyebrows, powerful presence, is going to change the world, peaceful beings
moon: speaking eyes, starry skies, obsessed with mythology, emotional, isn’t afraid to speak the truth, old bookshelves, living in the woods, promises
stars: making music, loud laughter, seems serious but isn’t, trying your best, summer nights, telling old stories, rosy cheeks, wanting the best for everyone
earth: wide smiles, messy notes, handwritten love letters, oversized sweaters, staying up till 3am, making friends, introverts, forgiving people, dogs
sky: graceful movements, writing poetry, falling stars, roses, standing up for those who can’t defend themselves, walks through nature, positivity
ocean: deep thinkers, sirens, vintage shirts, black coffee, having faith, soft smiles, denim jeans, sad movies, brave at heart, reading fantasy books
Planetary Haiku 1/30/17
Sun: Burn so hot that you Imprint your shadow on lives Of people you meet.
Moon: you cant build a wall Around your heart so tall there’s no way over.
Mercury: Your perpetual Voice in my ear reminds me To always speak out.
Venus: Love is a coiled snake: Terrible in its beauty, Shedding old lovers.
Mars: Never let your fire Be stolen by someone who Won’t use it for light
Jupiter: Dont expand so fast That you fall in on yourself. Growth is not a race.
Saturn: No butterfly has Broken loose without struggle. Push until you’re free.
Neptune: Scripture on holy skin, You are a key to locked Places of worship.
Uranus: A witch was a being Whose ideas were too ahead Of her time. Rebel.
Pluto: You think you’re ashes. You burned your world once. You can Rebuild it again.
birth: there’s no time in space, no warmth or dripped gold. everything stops, everything watches when a star puts itself together, one by one, calcium and iron, carbon and stardust, a million colors of bright flashing lights, glued together like a mosaic so utterly naked and pure, that it shakes the dark sky to its core.
end: there’s a fire in the sky, silver strains of diamond rain, a horrible sound of something collapsing, something alive that gasps for a last breath, something broken that holds onto life until it crushes and curls up into million pieces that spread over the dark silky sky until nothing remains from the light that once shone. the sun looks away, in deep mourning of its sibling and all the other stars weep in silence.
- aphelion | r.m
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