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I enjoy the smell of smoke
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❝ I love rain in warm weather. Though I tend to lean towards heat and sunshine, there’s a certain peaceful quality found in light summer rain.
I used to think you, too, gave me that peaceful feeling. But as time passed I realized you were closer to snowfall. Silent, beautiful, cold and deadly.

— Kimberly Stuckey

❝ I think I was born in the wrong context.
Wrong time period, or maybe wrong country.
Wrong town, or maybe wrong family.
I can’t say for certain where the error occurred,
But it did occur.
This life is ill-fitted.
Like a pair of hand-me-down trousers
That aren’t too large or too small,
But fit loosely in all the wrong places,
And give your legs an awkward shape.
I find myself tugging and pulling at it,
Trying to adjust it to me,
But I’ve had no such luck.
Nearly twenty years have passed in a life
That doesn’t seem cut out to be my own.
I’m beginning to believe there’s a soul
Somewhere out there
Living the life I was meant to live.
Wondering if perhaps, someone is living his.
I hope some day we meet,
Maybe even after death.
We could trade stories and imagine,
What it would’ve been like to wear pants
That weren’t ill-fitted.

— Kimberly Stuckey

(Source: sonhosdepoesia)

If Unrequited Love Did Not Exist by Kimberly Stuckey

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If Unrequited Love Did Not Exist by Kimberly Stuckey

Reflections on Psychology by Kimberly Stuckey

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Reflections on Psychology by Kimberly Stuckey

Kitchen Logic by Katherine Lawrence

I’d been meaning to post this for a long time. Figured I’d do it quickly before I forget. 

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Kitchen Logic by Katherine Lawrence I’d been meaning to post this for a long time. Figured I’d do it quickly before I forget. 
Taste

passaroliberto:

I have tasted true love.

Love that grips your soul

and wrestles with your being.

Love that leaves you weeping in the night

and is there to comfort you in the morning.

I have tasted the bitter-sweet liquor

That makes thousands drunk with a single drop.

I have seen what it is to love another

far beyond the way which I love myself.

And now, in this empty rooom

I sit and wait for the feeling to return.

Because I have tasted true love,

And I would first die alone

Than have a love

That isn’t true.

Long lost poem

(Source: sonhosdepoesia)

Pocket (2.0) by Kimberly Stuckey
This is still a work in progress, so be patient.  

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Pocket (2.0) by Kimberly StuckeyThis is still a work in progress, so be patient.  

That’s not how love works, is it? 

You can love someone as much as you want. You can do your very best. You can surpass your own expectations of self-sacrifice. You can give up your soul, offer your heart, abandon your mind. You can pour every ounce of yourself into someone until they are fully and completely overflowing with love. But that does not guarantee you a single certainty. That’s not how love works.

We like to think that if we treat someone well, they have no choice but to love us back. And while that is a pleasant and occasionally true idea, more often than not, that is not how love works. Just because you love someone, does not mean they will ever love you back. It doesn’t make sense, from your point of view.

“Why would they not love me back? I am doing all the right things”.

Doubt eventually creeps in. Slithers through the cracks in your mind and makes a nest at the bottom of your heart. Before you know it, ideas have hatched in you that begin to eat you alive. 

“Am I not attractive enough?”
“Do I wear the wrong clothes?”
“Am I lacking in intelligence?”
“Am I an annoyance?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

And the answer to all those questions is no. Always no. But no matter how many times you convince yourself of this, it will never make sense.

Love is not like math; there is no precision or formula or right and wrong answer. Try as you may to do all the right things, that’s not how love works.

Eventually, if you’re lucky, you’ll catch onto this. That’s not how love works, and there is nothing you or I can do about it. 

(Source: sonhosdepoesia)