~F.S

  "I'm bruised   


  But not broken   


  My heart is still open"  
   

— August Poetry

“Does your heart beat faster
When you know I think of you?”

— mr-henk

“What’s buried in my chest is nothing less than a heart of gold. My mind however, is Pandora’s box. A very dark, strange, forbidden place. Such that to invite anyone to peek inside, much less the person with the key to my heart, could have catastrophic repercussions.”

– Charlotte.

Take a shower, wash off the day. 

Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. 

Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. 

Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. 

You made it, after all. You made it, another day. 

And you can make it one more. 

You’re doing just fine. 

M/A

— (NJ.) // tired eyes & weary soul but still a beating heart #2

I want to be your passions. Include your frustrations when things don’t go as planned, and you run your hand through your hair or you bite your bottom lip excessively or you make that groaning sound from your throat. Include your fascinations when epiphanies hit you and your eyes sparkle like Christmas lights, or when you discover new things and your lips curve in that half-upturned way, halfway between a smile and a smirk. I want to be the first sip of coffee or the languid way you put on clothes when you haven’t had your coffee yet. I want to be the refreshing moments, like when you just got out of your shower. Or when you laid on your bed after a long, tiring day and you feel the knots on your back unravel. Or when you put on clothes freshly taken out of the dryer. Or when you learn something new, something good, something special, about yourself. I want to be the scent that takes you back to your childhood days when your mom would kiss your bruised knees, or when your dad would lift you up on his shoulders because you were the ruler and the world was for your conquest. I want to be a remembrance of family Saturday brunch, of the first day in kindergarten and the excitement in your eyes, of playground swings, and of making blanket forts with friends. I want to be your favorite song. Oh I wonder what it would be like to be the melody that soothes you. The music that creates slow dances in your heart and spins your soul into circles. Maybe I just want to be any song that knows your heart thoroughly and leaves imprints of memories in its wake.

— Rumi

“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.”

— Charlotte Eriksson

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.
Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.
You’re doing just fine.

— scrawlaletter

“I am lost in my daydreams. Constantly thinking about how to fulfill my heart and my longings.

It feels like I am wasting too much time. Time with people who actually hurt and destroy me. With being a perfectionist permanently trying to improve myself. I waste too much time with being egocentric and impatient. With arguing and dispute. With being sad and depressive. I am wasting too much time with criticizing myself and wanting to be someone else.

I am wasting too much time instead of being happy. Instead of loving deep and completely out of control. Instead of experiencing adventures and late-night talks. Instead of dancing in the rain. Instead of moving to a big city.

I am wasting too much time instead of living out my daydreams.”

Killian smiling at Emma moments after getting hold of his heart.

Killian smiling at Emma moments after getting hold of his heart. You can tell everything is still sinking in. Not moments ago he thought he would never get to see her face again, feel her lips again, touch her hair again. Now it’s all over. He’s going to live. He’s going to be with her and continue to make her smile and hold her when she needs him most. And be held by her when he needs her most. I cry.

you heart needs more time.

Sometimes 

your heart needs 

more time to accept 

what your mind 

already knows.

a fragile heart

a fragile heart

a vulnerable soul

beautifully broken

yet somehow

still whole 

— Elizabeth Gilbert

“Someday you’re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You’ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing…”

Unknown

“Remember me when the morning light kisses your eyelids at 6 in the morning. Allow my lingering presence to wake up your sleepy senses. Remember me when the sky is a dark hue of melancholy and anger all at once. Let me be your storms that calm your shivering bones and agitate your already thundering heart. Remember me when the wind breezes between the spaces your fingers and the strands of your hair. Allow me to whisper faint memories into your ears and on your skin. Remember me when the noise around you becomes overwhelming and you need room to breathe. Let me be your shallow or deep inhales, your shots of vodka, and your overplayed songs. Remember me when the evening darkness hides your nightfall shadows and covers you in a blanket of moonlight. Allow my presence to linger behind your eyelids, coursing my way into your mind and wrapping you in a duvet of memories.”

— Katherine Henson

“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

— You’ve taken me whole.

“I should’ve never let you crawl under my skin. You’ve implanted yourself inside, you’ve taken over my heart, you’ve taken over my mind.”

— by~sw (I never know which one of my poems will resonate with people…*smirk & wink* apparently this one does.)

— Shana Abé

“I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.”

— Monica Drake - Clown Girl

“The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.”

— Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things

“There are so many fragile things, after all. 

People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.”