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(via arsscribendi)

She spoke with a sadness that no one else could her.

Her tears fought against the rim of her eyes.

Her mouth opens, gasping for air.

But she keeps drowning, her hair falls in around her, covering her eyes, her ears and her mouth.

The burning scarlet red hair pushes fire into her mouth.

And then she’s gone. 

Sarah Dessen (via matthiasblack)

Close your eyes. What do you hear?

It’s the gallop of a horse drawing near.

Do you feel me, against your chest?

My hand slowly reaching for your breast.

I am in love with you my dear, your beauty amazes me, your light shines on me.

You bring me hope, a sense of purpose, a love so overwhelming I can not claim it fully as my own.

Do not listen, do you see what I see?

The ocean is calling out to you and me.

Darling, don’t you understand?

We are no longer stuck in the sand.

We have been set free.

i find myself obsessed with disaster and the intensity that it brings. 

(via arsscribendi)

swearlike-asailor:

Pretty girl, your eyes glisten with tears.

Pretty girl, why is your mouth so tight.

Do you wish for someone to pick you up?

Do you wish for someone to hold you close?

Pretty girl, what makes you oh so sad?

Can I help? Can I stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks?

Do you wish to get away?

Do you wish to stay alive?

Take my hand, for we can fly away.

And all these tears, all these fears can be pushed back to yesterday. 

slaughterhouse90210:

“Life makes fools of all of us sooner or later. But keep your sense of humor and you’ll at least be able to take your humiliations with some measure of grace.”
— Paul Murray, Skippy Dies 

(Source: wendlatheradical)