How funny is it

That you never fail to reappear
Even after a year
Is it just me?
Afraid that if I let you be
This place in my heart I’ve saved for thee
Will be, perhaps, forever free

That I used to say, I love you just coz I do
Now for the same reason, I cry for you

How funny is it

I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.
Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden (via introspectivepoet)
Nights like this

Thoughts too deep
Memories I keep
No counting sheep
Could make me sleep

There you are
From me, afar
Unlike before
Love’s gone to war

Now, I don’t mind
I’ve long been blind
Life redefined
I’ve yet to find

Go on, my dear
Don’t you fear
I’ll keep you near
Though you’re not here

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

E.E. Cummings (via words-and-coffee)


You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.
Eleanor Roosevelt (via eiaisb)
I keep waiting for the universe to decide things for me, and the thing is, the universe has better things to do.
Jonathan Tropper, One Last Thing Before I Go (via liamchoi)


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