The Trigo Mountains glowing pink as the sun sets on the California side of the Colorado River.
California - Arizona border / September 2014
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I don’t know why it was you that I loved
of all people
my heart had to choose you
why couldn’t it have chosen
someone who loved me back
you had your problems and I had mine
in the end, we couldn’t help each other.
U.K (via 11anothergirl11)
it hurt when I stumbled across her.
she was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.
I wanted to pick up her pieces.
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see her happy.
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.
she was getting better.
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but she didn’t take me with her.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD
wow..
This actually fucking hurt to read.
THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ
Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.
“Somebody once told me, it’s who you think about when you’re in front of the ocean. That’s who you are in love with. Who are you thinking about? Do they know? Could you tell them? Somebody who you wanna be good to. Somebody who you wanna be bad for. Somebody who you want so badly, you don’t care about the consequences. Are you thinking of their face?”
— Camila Cabello, Tour Diary (Europe)
She loved the ocean because every time the waves left the shore, they always came back.
(via schnapsliebe)
I’m sorry that I see fucking galaxies in your eyes and you can’t even find a single star in mine
to “the one”,
wherever you are, I hope you sleep well tonight.
I’m not sure if we’ve met or if your name has ever crossed my mind
but either way, my heart misses you.I imagine starting the day with you,
laughing in a haze of long kisses and hushed lips.
I wonder about the way your eyes will welcome the morning sun,
the way your hands might fumble for mine when I’m fast asleep.
how I might knock your book off the table so I can read your pages
on a quiet morning while a warm breeze makes the curtains sway.
I think about how I might fall in love
with the way your hand is twice the size of mine.
I wonder if we will take road trips with the windows down,
the afternoon setting on your jawline as I trace my name on your wrist.I thought I’d let you know that I never finish a cup of coffee,
so please don’t fill my cup up all the way.
I’ll try my best not to spill my coffee on our paisley sheets
but I’m clumsy sometimes.
do you think it would be okay if I slept on the inside of our bed?
If not, we can take turns.
you need to know that my mind runs a million miles an hour,
you might have to grab my hand and tell me to slow down.
I want to laugh with you every night before we fall asleep.
some weekends we can just stay in bed and watch movies, right?
I hope you enjoy reading. If you don’t, that’s okay. but I hope you do.
please, lets promise to never let the romance die.wherever you are, I miss you already.
love, me
wherever you are, I hope you wonder about me too
Whispering Bones, by Drew Hairgrove
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Whispering Bones, by Drew Hairgrove
Purchase your copy here (via whisperingbones)