iamnotananomaly:

And you can try to fight this all you want,
but I won’t be there when you’re all alone.
This new season brings with it signs of hope.
Now you can leave me waiting all alone,
and I know there is some place I can go
where no one knows my name.

And I still remember the sound of your voice,
although your silence still rings so clear.
And do you think that I would call 
just to hear you breathe?

cleverabbit:

quite the morose departing

the tide pulling back to sea;

shore rolls out, on fragile knees,

begging her counterpart to never leave.

it is hard, the tide will cry, oh so very

hard but remember what the pain is for.

with one last embrace, she is reminded that

she is also a part of the ocean floor.

laurenbroadway:

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

Charles Bukowski

cafeofthedamned:

it is, in my opinion
(and always has been,
ask anyone you know)
that the ability to step away
from flowery words,
to speak plainly
and with force,
to use a language
easily understood
by the simplest of people,
that is what makes
a writer a writer.

effervescence upon
perfunctory images,
soaked in chardonnay
and taken with camembert,
tells only of the
lack of understanding
one has
of beauty.