xoxo

Sometimes people are still with you when they're not there. You can see them, almost hear them when you remember their words. You may even laugh at something they had said as if they just said it again. The impression of them is there.

April 9, 2014 at 4:41pm
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Wildflower sprouts :) I can’t wait til they bloom.

Wildflower sprouts :) I can’t wait til they bloom.

April 1, 2014 at 11:46am
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Reblogged from whatareweholdingonto

Drop it to the floor make that *** shake, make the ground move… That’s an *** quake.

— Big Sean (Mercy)

HAHAHAHA

March 30, 2014 at 2:08pm
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Me

Me

2:04pm
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Those who rise again after being crushed are the true strong ones.

March 26, 2014 at 7:41pm
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Me

Me

March 22, 2014 at 3:18am
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My writing. …Also my thumb, lol :P
- © hushed-words 2014

My writing. …Also my thumb, lol :P
- © hushed-words 2014

March 21, 2014 at 7:53pm
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Reblogged from viperslang

viperslang:

el amor es para siempre, el amante no lo es.


[ love is permanent. the lover is not.]

 

Sigh

March 19, 2014 at 7:24pm
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Anonymous asked: That is beautiful hushed-words... Do you think you found that lover? Or is it something you're still looking for in someone.

Time reveals.

4:25pm
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Anonymous asked: How about when you think of a "lover"?

A lover is someone I find entrancing…beautiful. Someone who touches my heart. A lover could be two different things. You may not be close to someone who is a lover, even if they’ve heard you express a thousand words. A lover excites the bones, and causes wonder…a curiosity. Lovers are playful, that’s for sure. I know that I myself am very playful. If there exists a person where we are both mutually drawn to and fascinated by each other, I’d say that’s a lover. If there exists a person who looks at you with embers inside them intensifying the expression of their eyes when they look at you, that’s a lover. It’s someone you find beautiful in some ways, perhaps you love their frame, their form, and the way they speak. You like the sound of their voice. You like their laugh and sense of humor. A lover will care about you as more than a friend.
There are tender lovers, valiant, bold ones, and there are cowardly lovers who will disconnect at the first misunderstanding. Choose the loyal one. Choose the smart one. Choose the one that loves you, because love moves people to be attuned to the needs of the one whom they love. You may not need a set of rules, because someone, a lover, that cares deeply for you will learn and know how you are, how you feel and think, what you need, and want. And if they act upon it, that is a good lover. If their lips entice you, and their hands comfort you…that is a good lover. If they say they love you, and prove it over time….that is a true lover. Honestly I’ve never been one to go right out and say I’m in love. That’s earned. In my case it was no longer my place to say I loved them by the time I knew. In that case it’s just good to admit it to yourself. You know they’re you’re lover because of how they make you feel, and if you can truly respect them, that’s the ticket. A person’s mind means a lot. Their heart, and how they express what they feel about you and what they see…how they percieve you, makes an impact on the scale which detirmines if they are a lover, friend, or nothing. If someone has loved you forever…they’re probably a good lover. Lovers wrap you in their arms and don’t let go til you do. Lovers kiss your cheek, your forehead, and wrists…your palms. They kiss your lips with their eyes and heart but leave that for last. I have to go now. Sorry this is so long. I’m out and about and have things I’m doing. Maybe this is silly but I’ll post it.

March 15, 2014 at 9:25pm
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Anonymous asked: When you think of the term "best friend", what's the first thing that comes to your mind?

Loyalty. Love. Patience. Care. Laughter. Affection. Silliness. A smart mindset. Consideration. Letters. Late night conversations. Dancing. Poetry. Empathy.

5:06pm
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She was sodden with dreams. The more he hugged her, brushed her cheek, kissed her forehead, or held her hand, the more dreams would bead out from her skin. They drizzled from her eyes when she looked at him. When he turned toward her lips he could feel her dreams on her breath. And with his forever farewell, she cried herself to sleep for countless nights…and still has trouble stopping those dreams from moistening her pillow. Sometimes dreams are so close to reality. Sometimes you can live in them. You create a world…and when someone says leave, you don’t want to dismiss the comfortable place you’ve found.
- © hushed-words 2014

1:58am
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I miss holding your face. …You are tender with me, and that is something that turns my tears of sadness into love.
- © hushed-words 2014

March 14, 2014 at 10:28pm
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Today I remembered what it was like holding your hand and I shuddered. I nearly forgot, because of the new hand I’ve been holding…the one who wanted to save me and hold me close…and does.
And where are you? - © hushed-words 2014 

March 8, 2014 at 2:06am
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September 9, 2013

Together we shall sing and everything will be anew. I will forget it all. I’ll forget what never happened, and what did. Embrace a moment and maybe life will miss you and give a few more. I hope I never have to look into eyes like the ones from my past. Too beautiful in the simplicity that they sparkle. A mystery, and a question. A drawing in. A wish. Extinguished so easily was the match to the fireplace, and now the whole house must pay. Yet I will sing. Because echoes and voices, music and laughter, can fill a house. The hinges will not creak as people come and go. The chill on the walls will be cured. The windows will see again.

Hushed-words ©2013

1:51am
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When I packed my bags earlier…

When I packed my bags earlier…