23 Aug 14 at 1 am

Transformation // -STG (inksplatteredpages)


I don’t think I’ll ever be able to
Be “just friends” with you.

We spent countless nights
Watching the dark blue sky turn orange
As we confessed our deepest secrets
And shared bits and pieces of our souls.

I don’t know that I could ever convert back
To small talk about the weather
When I know that you wish the rain
Would wash you down the gutters too.

I listened to you talk about which monsters
Walked from under your bed
Right into the daylight,
And kissed away the pain the shadows brought.

I don’t know if I could walk next to you
Without trying to grab your hand
And lead you away when we pass
Those same monsters on the street.

You were my safe haven to fall back on,
And I hid all of the hurt you felt
In my skin and soul
To take away your pain.

To me you will always be
The one,
And I can’t go back to being
Just another person to you.


22 Aug 14 at 11 pm

"There goes my Heart" (Anonymous)


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"Sober or drunk, it’s always you."

22 Aug 14 at 12 pm

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Allow me to see you because you’ll never know how much butterflies get in my stomach whenever I look into your pretty eyes & beautiful face.

Words of Emotion

22 Aug 14 at 12 am

Please come back - Nashville  (via bl-ossomed)

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"How fascinating it is that there are millions of people all over the world who are wide awake at 4 am missing someone. And there are millions of people sound asleep at 4 am, with no idea that they’re being missed."

22 Aug 14 at 12 am
Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

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22 Aug 14 at 12 am

Stephen King, The Body  (via rushofgold)

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"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. But that’s not all. The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried; they are clues that could guide your enemies to a prize they would love to steal. It’s hard and painful for you to talk about these things … and then people just look at you strangely. They haven’t understood what you’ve said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it."