you broke the ocean in
half to be here
only to meet nothing that wants you.
You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else— us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s— we are happy.
Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.” —Thought Catalog, Maybe In Another Universe, I Deserve You’ (via theappleppielifestyle)
It’s been months since I’ve written anything, let alone prose, so this is an excerpt from a short story I did. Wooh.
I am afraid to write anything down these days -to document the changing wind of my life lest it become permanent.
To miss a person I am standing beside.
To love what is absent.
To be alone in a snow-globe with beautiful weather.” —Jon Sands —-Last Night (via breakfastatbequiettiffany)
I need this feeling of unwantedness,
I need this feeling of worthlessness,
I need this feeling of abandonment,
and I need to feel this loneliness.
Because without it,
my poetry would be even less pretty then it already is.
So instead of hating you,
I want to thank you.
Thank you, for breaking me.
There was not the beauty of fiction,
nor the danger of adventure.
Just life, and how mediocre that is.