Leave the Weeping to the Willow Trees
logladys:

Deadlines
D300, 16-85 mm
Brighton, UK
"

I have existed in silence
for an eternity,
a head full of thoughts
and lips sealed and locked
with a key drowning in the depths
of doubt and fear and
all the monsters that kept me awake at night.

I should have screamed
when you left
until my lungs burst and
the air flew from my body,
just like everything else
I thought I needed.

I should have told you
that I was terrified
because you set my nerves on fire
and my heart was so full of just you—
the feather curve of your lips,
the veins of your hands,
the ladder of your spine—
that I could feel it ripping in the places
I had stitched together
when my fingers were steady
and my head wasn’t an ocean
crashing and breaking against the shore.

I should have whispered
that you had stopped waking up
from feeling like a chore,
that you were a hurricane that
shook my armor into skin
and my steel bones into porcelain.

But you see, there is
a graveyard in my mouth
filled with words that
have died on my lips.

"
written by (via starredsoul)
flowerette:

my sister has eyelids like this and she always looks like she’s wearing lavender eyeshadow it’s pretty
sylvestries:

lafleurdesmurailles:

weekend. by hjartesmil on Flickr.

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liftly:

th3nakedandfamous:

 vintage blog.

vintage / nature/ photography blog
drakontomalloi:

Claude Monet - Two Willows. N.d., between 1920 and 1926
ingridkesa:

Dem Sunday feels
"She had a nostalgia for a life she had never lived."
written by Nancy Lemann, The Fiery Pantheon (via fleuke)