Collecting the pieces of memorabilia and putting them back together.
One troubled soul trapped as an obscure writer & a coffee addict.
A girl whose tears are replaced by poetry; whose mind solely adores fragmented words.



You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.

I can’t believe I’m even more beautiful than I think I am this is incredible where’s my modeling contract

(via crystallized-teardrops)


I’m in love with this gif. Everything about it. The rain drizzling. The candle flickering. The colors. I love it.

god this is so relaxing

Rather fond of the rain, if I’m to be honest…

(via soulbae)

Please understand that I want you.
You and your ten-second phone calls

in silence. Our exhales ultimately becoming echoes
inside our lungs. I wonder if mountains become jealous

of this closeness from a distance only the clouds can measure.
Some airplanes must have felt the vibrations

of our voice boxes like match sticks rubbed on any surface,
we feel each other’s fingers from places

we will never belong to. I am here and you are
becoming part of the ocean and I am always

a shoreline. All I know is this is me saying “I love you”
This is me waiting for you to just come home

to me. Even if it takes the ocean to understand
how badly I want you to be.

—    Dear Long Distance Lover by Kharla M. Brillo   (via pouvoires)

(via 2amconversations)

“ And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center. ”

—    Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry  (via weepling)

(via 2amconversations)

“ holiness for you
was always in the quiet
of the world,
never in the flesh of another.

the blood you lick from your lips
must taste like freedom. ”

—    Emily Palermo, excerpt of Artemis (via camilla-macauley)

(via 2amconversations)