Midnight Souls

Sometimes, I wonder if you had shown me a side of you that you did not really want me to see. A soft spot, one where you actually let someone in. And then when you realized how close I was, you pulled away as if burned. Maybe that isn’t what happened, but damn it all if that’s what it feels like. And these gut feelings of mine are seldom wrong.

http://leaveyouapen.tumblr.com/tagged/the-poetic-people

Check it, yo.

The Meaning Of Poetry

Poetry is the release of the soul. The soul is something that can not be held within, but something that must be released. The simplest way to release the torrent of emotions that is the soul, is through poetry. Short and yet immeasurable, such are emotions. Sadness, anger, hatred, happiness, empathy, and apathy. They are short words, and when conveyed correctly, they express to us, the inmost complexity of our sentiments. Alone, they don’t say much, but through poetry, in its simple form, shows us a universe within each individual.

“I like your hair”

sodamnrelatable:

“Thanks, I grew it myself”

I will ALWAYS reblog this gif.

via sodamnrelatable

That smile sends shivers of horror down my spine.

(Source: most-awkward-moments)

Reblog if you’ve ACTUALLY read The Hobbit

thefoxxybenedict:

I’m curious how many people have, because it feels like I’m the only one.

(via iloveyoumorethanthestarsinthesky)

a-light-in-your-eyes asked: Why are you so happy???? :P

hahaha honestly, no idea!! :P

:) Can I say that I’m happy? Yes? Awesome. I’m happy. Very, very, very, very happy.

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My thoughts > Finishing School.

Because I’m that boss.

Or Egoistic.