softestswan:

i am a lover, with or without a lover

(via adouce)

blizhhard:

Gentle grace, met with violence; in this dark place, I feel your silence, darling, which says everything. You see, love’s a funny thing: a burning in my chest, lumps forming in my throat, the feeling of the spot on my chest, where you used to rest your head. But am I truly living a dream when the only time I spend with you is in my sleep? And I’m tired, so tired of showing love so deep, ‘cause ours was only childish fun and it has changed our lives, but yet we know something different. I know that we all have made mistakes, and that we should forgive the things we hate in ourselves. Afterall, we’ll have a few scars to proudly show and we might be grace to someone else, who knows?
What’s important is to never let someone tell us that our mistakes have made us and remember that light still shines. We must unlearn society’s teaching to be blind and selfish as well.
In the end, the hardest part is forgetting those you swore you would never forget but look: there sit two lovers.