ButImStillHere

writingsforwinter:

there are too many poems about

how much you love someone,

and how you want to feel their heartbeat

and their ribs and the way the moon

makes lace on their skin.

i myself am guilty of those kinds of poems,

but they are too beautiful, sometimes,

to let go of.

but for now i will write a poem…

I cant stop listening to covers..

I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight.
And there’s a lot of difference.

—Ernest Hemingway (1899 - 1961)

(via todayiwasinspired)

“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings. “

Cassius, Julius Caesar