Barefoot in the Rabbit Hole

The one place we can be

“I’ve heard so many prayers about finding love that sometimes
it feels like everybody has a chapel living inside of them.
And it’s always the same prayer: ‘I want a love that makes my heart race and a love that is simple. I want a love that turns me into somebody who never feels like they have to pray again. I want a love that could make an apricot stone soften and god’s spine crumble.’
I wonder who answers these prayers and whether
the chapels inside these people are slowly turning into morgues.
Sometimes I hear the bell of my own chapel ringing
as if there’s a wedding taking place between the two
parts of my ribcage because they are starting to close up
and turn into barriers.
I feel footsteps of grave diggers dancing in circles on my
veins as their shovels bang headstones like steel drums.
So I desperately start to pray:
‘I want a love that makes a boulder speeding down a
hill feel stable when it’s under my feet. I want a love that
sometimes stays behind me while I am thrift shopping
and smiles at me while I’m too busy looking for things
that are most probably not there.
I want a love that is wrong in the good ways
I want a love that is right in the right ways.
I want a love that is awake in the quiet ways
But honestly,
I just want a love that stays.’”

—   Salma.D - A Love We Want (via writingwillows)
kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

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“You have both war and poetry in your mind.”

—   trust in my eyes not my lips (via oooh-lick-my-bones)

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Do you remember when the walls fell
Do you remember the sound that the door made when you closed it on me
Do you know that I went down to the ground
Landed on both my broken-hearted knees

I didn’t even cry
‘Cause pieces of me had already died

I’m a ghost
Haunting these halls
Climbing up walls that I never knew were there
And I’m lost
Broken down the middle of my heart, heart
I’m broken down the middle of my heart, heart, heart

You know you make me a ghost
You make me a ghost

I’m an invisible disaster
I keep trying to walk but my feet don’t find the solid ground
It’s like living in a bad dream
I keep trying to scream but my tongue has finally lost its sound

I’ve got to say goodbye
To the pieces of me that have already died

I’m a ghost
Haunting these halls
Climbing these walls that I never knew were there
And I’m lost
Broken down the middle of my heart, heart
I’m broken down the middle of my heart, heart, heart

You know you make me a ghost
Oh, you make me a ghost
You make me a ghost
(You take the breath all away from me, you take it away)
You make me a ghost

I don’t cry
I don’t try anymore

I’m a ghost
I’m a ghost
And I’m lost
Broken down the middle of my heart, heart
I’m broken down the middle

I’m a ghost
Haunting these halls
Climbing up walls that I never knew were there
And I’m lost
Broken down the middle of my heart, heart
I’m broken down the middle of my heart, heart, heart

You know you make me a ghost
You make me a ghost

—   Ingrid Michaelson “Ghost”
ralatrilabee:

So is this like forbidden goods now?

ralatrilabee:

So is this like forbidden goods now?

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