Will you remember me in ten years?
I’ll remember you in ten years —
Hell, I’ll remember you in a hundred
When even my name slips, forgotten,
Tumbling down the crumbling edge of
A mind filled with thoughts of winter,
Of blue eyes and a kind, easy smile.

I’m yours, forever, willing to wait
Lifetimes for you, keeping the memory
Warm and safe within a beating cage,
Memory of a relief so great that ancient
Walls fell like sandcastles against the tide, relief that love was real, that
Waiting wasn’t a waste, never, never.

Will you remember me in ten years?
I’ll remember you until there is nothing
Left, when I’d still feel right, even then,
Yours. Always.


"My greatest problem is, I will always look at you with love in my eyes, and you will always glance at me with uncertainty in your eyes."

- Do you see my problem?  (via amphotera)

(via jaybird-throughmywindow)

Source: dollpoetry




could i pay someone to take over my body who actually knows how to look after it so they can like. make me healthy again and then let me take over once i’m fit n healthy

You mean a personal trainer and a nutritionist

no i mean some sort of supernatural being who can do literally all of the work for me

(via ayyys-and-bees)

Source: shuckl

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."

- Robert Frost (via poetry-and-insomnia)

(via yduur)

Source: poetry-and-insomnia

Remember, darling.
Love is easy. Love is the
Easiest thing around.
It’s life that’s hard, life
That complicates and confuses.
Life isn’t easy, love is.
Love isn’t difficult, life is.

Love for you is the easiest,
Comes natural as breathing;
Life just threw us into the ocean, set us
Adrift, and I had to learn to
Hold my air and wait, wait for
That longed-for moment when I
Breach the surface and gasp,
Do that necessary, simple task of

I’m still waiting.
Remember, darling.
Love is easy. Life isn’t.


The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls by Emilie Autumn

(via give-me-boybands)

Source: s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d

"You almost convinced me I mattered."

- Six word story  (via fuckingcamilla)

(via shxr)

Source: earthlyaesthetics


when you leave
the distance between us
becomes poetry

Source: garnetportrait

I am forever jealous of the people
That have the daily chance
To see you smile, to make you
Laugh, to fill you with joys and
Glee and all the other feelings
Connected to light and life.

But I am eternally grateful to those
That help you experience a sort of life
You so definitely deserve, a life you’re
Glad you possess, filled with light,
Even if I’m not there,
Even if I’m not a part of it.