“particles of me are scattered across the ocean, collect me if you can and hold me in your heart if you must,
but i know you can never do that, we are too weak, humans, we are incapable of capturing her scattered soul…
”
the girl soul
“particles of me are scattered across the ocean, collect me if you can and hold me in your heart if you must,
but i know you can never do that, we are too weak, humans, we are incapable of capturing her scattered soul…
”
the girl soul
“…her soul shall remain in this world till the last spec of cosmic dust settles upon her grave…”
the girl soul
“in sleep we realize things we are too scared to think about awake…”
the girl soul
“each verse of a poet is the discovery of an era of feeling, of abstract thought… a beginning of the manifestation of hearts and souls into deeper forms…”
the girl soul
“i am still the girl who started loving you, but failed to stop when you went apart and left and died….”
the girl soul
“Gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.”
Albert Camus | The Stranger (via blogut)
“…and my lips will hold your love forever to come… every drop of dew and rain shall remind me of how we lost ourselves to time, how we grew together into a realm unreal…”
the girl soul
“my words will tell you how strong and weak i am…”
the girl soul
“sufferings don’t have to be endless, we can put an end to most of it.”
the girl soul
“you held my hands and took me back to my incomplete verses…”
the girl soul (dedicated to 500daysofart) thanks dear..
“love is a deepening phenomenon, its born from nothing and grows into everything…”
the girl soul
“unlike the two sides, every coin has a third side of which we don’t know much about…”
the girl soul
“the way the world looks at you sometimes, as if you are a nobody. well what do they know?”
the girl soul
“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.”
Sylvia Plath (via misswallflower)
“poets leave their footprints on the souls of fellow men, teaching them how it would feel when they feel it and how they are not the first people to arrive at that place…”
the girl soul