jandeuk

lovethepoetry

It’s difficult to concentrate

on breathing and talking normally

if you stand there

looking so beautiful

she-writes-love

You were like a forest fire, wild and uncontrollable. You burned bright, bright, bright, and I didn’t mind being blinded.

-You are all fierceness, and I love you/// CBL

sleepingonpoetry

You’ve opened up

Parts of myself I didnt even know existed.

Feelings, colours, thoughts

They’re so much more enhanced.

I feel like I’ve unlocked a new me

And I’m a little scared.

You make me feel things no one else can

I’ve fallen

So hard for you

That I’m never getting back up after this.

sparkandashes

When I think of defining you,

I feel a need to look for all the words

That could tell us better-

How heaven feels,

For you’re even more than heavenly.

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sparksofingenuity

“i envision us bathed in sunlight. i am laughing at something you said and you look too beautiful for your own good. sunday mornings are always painted gold for us. the dishes are washed, the bed is made, your hair is damp. you take away everything i hated about myself a year ago and heal me where it hurts. i wrap myself in your arms and i am content. the world is nothing but sunlight. you never left, and i never let you leave.”

—

littleteenagethings

“Stop making excuses for other peoples behaviour. If someone does not treat you like you deserve to be treated, don’t you sare make excuses for them. Don’t you dare shrug it off and say it’s okay because they are having a bad day. Do not be a doormat for people who will not bend to remove a speck of dust on the mat.”

—

Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #385

13/01/2018

12:04 pm

toomanythoughtshere

she ignores all the other guys who want her because she’s too busy noticing the one she wants

inkbyaporia

you. are. beautiful. no matter what anybody says, or doesn’t say. or does do, or doesn’t do. you. are. beautiful. even when you feel your chest begin to collapse in on itself and the tears come to your eyes and the voice comes into your head telling you that you will never be enough to the people you want, the goals you have, the future you crave. look at yourself in the mirror— with the tears in your eyes and the mascara that somehow travelled to your cheeks and your chipped nail polish and acne on your cheeks, and tell yourself the truth. you are beautiful. you are enough. no matter what anybody says, or doesn’t say. or does do, or doesn’t do. no matter what fairy tale life you see in instagram comments or in the streets of your city or in the cubicle of your job or the halls of your school. your life is a fairy tale in and of itself, because it is full of people who love you, and dreams you’re working towards, and progress you’ve made, Jesus, the progress you’ve fucking made. you’re doing everything you thought you couldn’t do for wat longer than you thought you could. and you’re still managing to be kind, and get out of bed, and live your life in the best way you can and still trying to make it better. look at yourself in the mirror and tell yourself the voice in your head was wrong, it was always wrong, you have a place in this world and you have come too far to walk to where you started because that old voice in your head is calling you back. you’re becoming the person you’ve always wished you could become, the most evolved and self aware version of yourself. the version of herself that believes in her own life, her own goals, her own future. the version of herself that loves herself like she used to want others to love her. she has fought and cried and bled to get where she wanted to be. look at her. look at yourself. and tell her you won’t let the voice in her head win today. tell her that she will win today instead. tell her that she has already won every battle she has fought. and remind yourself. you are so incredibly, largely, magnificently, entirely fucking beautiful.

— ap (1.12.19) what we must say to ourselves when we look in the mirror

somepiecesofmyheartandsoul

“You were talking about getting older and thinking about where you would be and how you would look like 20 years from now. But all I could ever think of was spending 20 years and if possible, a lifetime with you.”

— Lukas W. // Coffee thoughts #154