She'd probably stop eating meat, get married, honeymoon in Paris, buy a house, and get her MBA. Whatever.

 

I used to trace the freckles on your back
and imagined that the constellations under my finger tips
spelled out your unspoken secrets
in an infinite web of tangled strings.

I imagined they said something about us
and I whispered them back to you.

Now when I look up at the stars
all I could see were those words
blazing in bright geometries
across the night sky for all to see

And that’s when I finally realized -
that they were never meant only for me.

Spring

poetrybomb:

Come to my room and sing to me of Spring

And fill my head and heart with dreams of hope

I’ll drown my mood and sorrow in the drink

Of life and lust, and set aside my rope

I want your voice to echo off my walls

I want the neighbors shame, to hear you sing

I want the dirty words on bathroom…

It is important that we forgive ourselves for making mistakes. We need to learn from our errors and move on.

Steve Maraboli (via observando)

It isn’t what you have or who you are or where you are or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about it.

Dale Carnegie (via observando)

To say goodbye is to die a little.

Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye (via observando)