"I will always ache for you"
— six word story
"Have you ever felt a potential love for someone?

Like, you don’t actually love them and you know you don’t, but you know you could. You realise that you could easily fall in love with them. It’s almost like the bud of a flower, ready to blossom but it’s just not quite there yet. And you like them a lot, you really do. You think about them often, but you don’t love them. You could, though. You know you could."
— W.J. (via perfect)
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dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.

posted 1 year ago with 9 notes
Candlelight

My feelings for you
the bullet you dodged, 
your feelings for me 
my forbidden fruit,
the bullet that never touched me.
Your almost kisses
almost hugs
almost skin on my skin
almost warmth - 
I know that even when our fire burns out 
there’ll always be this teasing spark. 

(t.m) 

posted 1 year ago with 4 notes

When I saw the sun shine on your face
and felt daisies blossom in my sadness
I knew I was in love with you
and I knew that it would hurt

Because I have bruised skin, pokes away from tearing
scars that sting from all the times I’ve fallen
and a broken heart
from getting kissed by boy who didn’t love me
and not getting kissed by a girl who did

but none of that hurts more
than me having to stop myself
a few steps behind you
in the middle of the hallway and
against every fiber in my being
convince myself not to “run into you” 
because I’ve seen the way you look at her
and I have to feel happy for you

(t.m)

posted 1 year ago with 3 notes
010.

I will 
always 
search
for the
loving eyes
that will
never 
look away
from me
because 
I need 
to believe 
that they are out there
somewhere. 

posted 1 year ago with 1 note
009.

My blood boils 
because it knows 
that my heart is in in danger,
but my mind can’t decide 
whether it’s scared
or excited. 

posted 1 year ago
008.

You remind me of light

because your eyes always glimmered 

and the way the sun shone on your face made me fall in love

and now,

even after the electricity between has us expired, 

I still feel the occasional spark. 

posted 1 year ago with 1 note
007.

It hurts 

not because 

you hurt me, 

but because

you don’t know 

that you hurt me. 

posted 1 year ago with 1 note
006.

My heart doesn’t break, it shatters. 

"I wish I wrote the way I thought;
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I’d write to the point of suffocation.
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns,
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should."
— Benedict Smith, I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought (via erraticintrovert)
posted 1 year ago
005.

I forced myself out of bed, and good things happened. 

posted 1 year ago with 3 notes
004.

Love always looks friendly from a distance, 

but whenever I touch it, it burns. 

posted 1 year ago
003.

He offered her flowers,

but she declined

because her best friend

who loves him

stood beside them.

And, nights before,

he kissed me

because my lips have nothing to do with their love triangle

and my pain doesn’t matter. 

(t.m) 

posted 1 year ago with 2 notes
002.

My mind wont give up on you, and 

your beauty marks are beautiful

(t.m)

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