January 2012
24 posts
4 tags
“I love you as little as you love me.”
– Melchior Gabor, Spring Awakening (via ever-lark)
imaginary.
thedustdancestoo:
we live inside an enchanted bliss
of timidity, hiding
behind fantasy, flight, and dream,
where everything is a possibility
but nothing comes to be.
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to: a ghost
laundryrm:
i can’t wait for you anymore
when time moves on
like this
without you
Lost & Found
tylerknott:
I found myself the moment I found you and I am petrified that if you stop seeing something beautiful in me then I’ll stop seeing it too. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
5 tags
Hope
tylerknott:
I do not believe there is a more dangerous and destructive force in all the world than Hope, but I do not believe there is a more necessary or perfectly beautiful one either. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
7 tags
Still Counts
dearoldlove:
You taught me that love doesn’t have to last for it to count.
3 tags
Feet on the Ground
I’d rather come down
Put my feet back on the ground
And hope to be found
Instead of flying
Instead of dying
From trying
Too hard to find you
Up above the clouds
-Grace
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Ignore
Ignore, ignore, ignore
He won’t become anything more
Just someone you once adored
The one you’d give your heart for
Just ignore
-Grace
thedustdancestoo:
my heart is blank.
write whatever you want.
here’s a pen.
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Try
My heart’s
Too strong
That sometimes
Weakens my mind
I hold on
To empty hopes
For way too long
I don’t know
When to stop
Letting go
Is never my strongest part
But I could try
:)
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Just Another If
i wonder
if you find
all these words
i secretly write
would they make you run?
would they make you smile?
would you leave?
or would you stay and say
i feel exactly the same way
-Grace
something forgotten.
thedustdancestoo:
i whispered something, i forget what.
a curse, a prayer. maybe i love you.
something ordinarliy infinite like that.
something light enough to be taken away
by the wind as soon it left my lips.
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One of Those Nights
Tonight is one of those nights when I just put all my guards down for a while.
I let myself feel all those feelings I’ve been avoiding.
I let myself dream all those dreams I’ve been trying to kill.
I let you fill my head, hoping there will be less of you in it in the morning.
I feel kind of stupid.
I never trust this kind of feelings.
This will not last.
This will soon change into something...
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“am i believing in a ghost?
am i wishing on a star?
am i loving you the most...”
– Ghost - Landon Pigg
December 2011
47 posts
1 tag
The strongest structures ever built Are the ones that don’t get built at all And the kind of bricks that don’t get laid Are the only kind that never fall
I’m afraid of what might happen if Together we build a wall Cause the only kind of love that never gets built Is the only kind of love that never falls So I’ll forfeit future tears of joy to save us both from pain I could kiss you now but I’d...
“No one understands me quite like you do through all of the shadowy corners of me”
– Landon Pigg
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Dear You
dear you
i love you
i wish you knew
i think i have told you
still i’m not sure if you
define the words the way i do
dear you
even though i do
feel so close to you
i wouldn’t hold you
like i really want to
cause i’d be sad to know that you
are just a shadow too
-Grace
I'm one to talk.
thewordsofoliviarose:
Maybe it’s time for us
to stop hiding behind
words we don’t mean
and cryptic messages
of the ones that we do.
—(oliviarose)
Said and done.
thewordsofoliviarose:
You choose
your words
so carefully but
your actions
so carelessly,
please do us all
a favor and
find some
consistency.
—(oliviarose)
“Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an...”
– Lemony Snicket (via thewordsofoliviarose)
Not Falling, Fallen
mobbleberry:
Your slipping out of my grasp,
falling out of my life.
Oh, wait -
Not slipping, slipped.
Not falling, fallen.
How troublesome past and present tenses are.
I'm Finished...
mobbleberry:
I’m finished with contempt,
with alarm clocks, fake smiles and cold tea.
Why not take a step in the dark? A wild attempt
to be the best of me, crazy but free.
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“And He’s born in the very midst of the dirty mess of our life. Merry...”
– Grace
weswallowthesun: you are so much more than you... →
weswallowthesun:
.
.
You are not a T-shirt
Or a balled up pair of jeans
You are not a cup of coffee
Or a smoke of nicotine
You are not what shoes you wear
Or the music you keep playing
You are not your mother or your father
Or the color of your eyes
You are not what you remember
…
you could stand and sip your tea
weswallowthesun:
.
.
Why do we have
To live
In a world
In which
We constantly
Need to escape
Into daydreams?
Is life really that dry
And tasteless
That our hearts
Are sulking
In the streets?
So why sit
Behind closed doors
When we could
Simply
Make these dreams
Reality?
You could stand
And sip your tea
Slowly
In the corner
Or you try your
Hand
At making...
My Fall
I see myself
Falling to the darkness
Chasing for something
That looks like happiness
I see myself
Struggling to stand tall
Refusing to fall
While knowing all along
It would be useless after all
Scared, I’m holding on to emptiness
Realized that I am completely helpless
Would it be hurt? Would I feel anything at all?
Would you be there at the end of my fall?
-grace
Ordinary Story
I am that willow tree
standing there in the valley
you could rest near me
tell me your secrets
whisper your stories to me
I am that wind you feel on your face
blowing the dark clouds away which replaced
the warm sun on your cloudy days
But to me you mean so much more
when you are near
I am not so scared anymore
to me you are home
where I’ll never be alone
-grace
dear turtleheart,
Note to self:
weswallowthesun:
you have so much more to give
please, just crawl out from your shell
.
.
~weswallowthesun
my brother. (we swallow the sun)
thedustdancestoo:
we roar,
in the night,
in our dreams,
with pens,
and parched throats
we scream
hoping to awake
the sun.
we used to reach
for dandelions,
for plastic moons
on mobiles,
we did,
when we were young,
but now we’ve grown,
now we’re brave
brave enough
to reach for stars,
and everything,
everything,
everything beyond.
.
.
.
dedicated to:
my brother...
to: my feelings.
thedustdancestoo:
i’ll hide you
somewhere,
somewhere
you can’t disappoint me.
somewhere,
with the other scrapped
stories and crossed-out
dreams.
i’ll lock you away
in a vault,
behind that poorly painted
watercolor
hanging in the back room
somewhere,
somewhere in the dark
of my mind.
i do.
thedustdancestoo:
if i had a heart,
i’d make music.
i’d love,
i’d hope,
i’d believe
in something more
than myself,
something more
than brokeness
and lonely nights.
i’d see beauty,
blessing,
and forgiveness
in the sunrise,
and i’d inhale it.
if i had a heart,
i’d make music
loud enough
to move waves,
mountains,
and clouds.
if i had a heart,
i’d love you
every second
every...
together.
thedustdancestoo:
together we’re candles,
aren’t we?
burning all night, waiting
for the electricity
to revive.
together we’re band-aids,
aren’t we?
closing the cuts, waiting
for our cells to remember
how to heal.
together we’re blankets,
aren’t we?
trapping the heat, waiting
for this cold winter to
melt away.
you're a memory.
thedustdancestoo:
i hold you
at the edges
so you don’t disintegrate
and fall between my fingers
to the floor.
tin mailbox telephones.
thedustdancestoo:
our empty mailboxes
are connected
by tiny pieces of string.
(shhh.
listen.)
press your ear against it
and i’ll whisper,
i’ll say every word
i wasn’t brave enough
to speak before.
listen,
listen to the echo
of secrets
passing from my lips,
listen to the reverberation
of my heartbeat traveling
miles
and miles,
and miles,
and miles,
and miles,
to reach you.
a ghost, between the sycamores.
thedustdancestoo:
i forgot how much i loved remembering you,
but then i wept, remembering the reasons
why i wanted to forget.
flashlights and sheet forts.
thedustdancestoo:
we’re shadows,
we’re silhouettes
acting silly,
sharing secrets of secrets
underneath sheets
until we fall asleep
to the falling silence
of snowflakes
on the roof.