Where The Ocean Is Holding the Sky

"A lover doesn’t
discourage your
growth. a lover
says,
⠀
⠀
‘I see who you are today,
I cannot wait to see who
you become tomorrow’"

Donte Collins (via spineofteeth)

"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."

Kait Rokowski
(via written-on-polaroids)

"I think I’m hard to love because I love too hard."

(via queensummit)

"He raised his hand stiffly and gestured me to follow him, I did. He stood under the pouring rain with bloodshot eyes, he was looking everywhere but me, for a second it hurt, the fact that he wasn’t capable of looking me right in the eye, I thought that the least he could do was stand still, tell me what his heart wanted, I wanted him to have the courage I urged him to build. It was cold, I was hugging myself as if it could protect me from the storm surrounding me. I stared at him, no feelings visible, I moved forward to show him that he should start talking, I didn’t mind waiting but time was passing, each second was escaping us like it was a pile of sand slipping through our fingers. He moved backwards, inhaled deeply, pulled his hair as a sign of frustration then exhaled. He raised his head slowly, looked at every inch of me as if he was debating whether he should continue his journey to my face or simply turn around and walk away. He finally looked at me, his eyes were brown, just like the coffee I drink at early mornings, they were deep as an ocean, I remember I once felt as If I could drown in them, I guess I did for a while. His skin was white, pale like it never witnessed the sun, his lips started moving fast, as if he was trying to fit all of his words into the passing seconds, I couldn’t hear him, I couldn’t hear the words I have been dreaming of hearing for the past year, he suddenly stopped talking, closed his eyes for a brief moment “I love you,” he said, so passionately, so full of pain. it was tragically beautiful to hear him confess what he never did. He opened his eyes for them to meet mine, he didn’t urge me to speak, he didn’t want to hear me talk because he knew it wasn’t what he wanted to hear so he kept staring at me, I tilted my head to the right, smiled sadly at the angel in front of me, I wanted to lie, tell him the consuming love he is looking for is inside of me, I wanted to swim deeper in his eyes, I wanted to move forward again, I wanted the storm to calm down for a second, I wanted silence to surround us, maybe then he could hear my heartbeat, notice how it wasn’t rushing, I wanted him to figure it out on his own, I wanted him to save me from saying what we both dreaded to hear. He didn’t though, he kept looking at me, the storm was louder now, so I moved backwards, until I couldn’t reach out to him, ‘angels and devils can’t collide together; I remember saying, ‘devils are bond to burn angels with their flames; he looked at me desperately, telling me with his eyes that he didn’t fear burning, he moved forward as if to tell me to stop talking, to allow myself to feel for him what he feels for me. I moved forward too, I saw the glimpse of hope in his brown eyes, I laughed humorously, noticing how ironic the situation was, 'one year ago you told me love was a joke’ I said moving forward again. He looked away, knowing what he said was a lie. 'How come you’re crying now?’ I asked him with a glint of curiosity in my eyes. He wiped his tears furiously, his love turning into anger 'how come you’re laughing?’ He asked with his shaky voice. I moved forward again, looked him deadly in the eye. 'Love is a joke’ I whispered. He leaned in until he was inches away from my face 'love is a tragedy’ he whispered back. I left that day with no sign of heartbreak, I was trying not to cry, reminding myself that devils and angels cant collide together. A tear finally escaped its way down my cheek 'love is a tragic joke’; I whispered."

Nada Toghoj, submitted by @atelophobiaxx (via lazypacific)