"I have a list in my head of all the feelings I still want to feel before I die. And you have ticked so many things off that list."
- Iain Thomas
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I knew the second I saw you. I don’t know what I knew, but I knew it and I’ve never been more sure of anything.
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"The ache is better than nothing at all"
No text, no call
You rise out of love, I fall
I am rushing to your side, you stall
I am in the center of the room, you are on the wall
You are a cube of emotions, I'm a ball
Life with you was against protocol
Yet you claimed to be a master know-it-all
I had been walking for years before you learned to crawl
You played me like a Raggedy Ann Baby Doll
I never knew I could be stuck on something this small
Shrunk myself for you and now it hurts my legs to stand tall
Ducking through all the halls
Trying to avoid a couple of close calls
I think my guardian angels have gone AWOL
I have been looking for advice at the bottom of bottles filled with alcohol
They only provide me with an unsurmountable amount of gall
More then the audacities that must be available at the local mall
So instead of ending this recounting on my downfall
Chuck it up as a pitfall
Honestly, speaking overall
When I think about you, I want to bawl
Coke & Swedish Fish Part 2: Done with Us
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"Even after the entire world has taken me apart, there's still a part of me left for you."
-Iain S Thomas, I Wrote This for You
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"You forget that even the strongest person to ever live had the weakest day of their life."
– I Wrote This For You
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You do not need another heart to make yours beat, despite popular misconception.
I Wrote This For You by Iain S. Thomas
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Open Water
If I could, I’d plunge my fingers through your chest
And split your ribs apart
I’d dive into your depths, swim through shades of blue
And curl up beside your heart
From there I’d hope you’d let me stay;
Encapsulating me in yourself, forming a pearl around my sleeping figure
Your waves lapping against me with each soft breath
An ocean that wont hurt me
But love me and all I could be
If I stay within your open water
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Retroactive
Every time I see your hands,
I can’t help but think about where they’ve been,
and when I’m kissing your back,
I think of all the mouths that have been there,
It’s irrational, it’s sick,
but I fear there’s no cure for this.
Every time I see your face
I think of her lips on your cheek,
every time you say you love me
I think of all the times you’ve said
that to her before.
It’s stupid, it’s sick,
I fear there’s no cure for this.
Every time you see me,
I think about you thinking of
all the other faces
you thought were the best thing ever,
and every place we visit,
I wonder which spots you visited
first
with her.
It’s horrible, it’s sick,
I fear there’s no cure for this.
Every time you touch me,
I imagine you touching her,
every time you talk of our future,
I think of you getting down on one knee
for her.
It’s devastating, I’m sick,
I fear there’s no cure for this.
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Everything has changed and yet, I am more me than I've ever been.
🌿 lain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
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Yo, QUIT THAT MF JOB IF IT’S GOT A KNEE IN YOUR NECK.
I found this card in my belongings as I pack up to leave this toxic ass job and …
I had placed it between the pages of my notebook weeks before when I was at my total lowest, weeping daily in my cubicle silently or in the mall parking lot at night, and just desperately seeking a new job opportunity.
Today I found it while packing my shit. ONE DAY AWAY FROM BEING FREE OF THIS JOB… and I almost wept.
Yo, QUIT THAT MF JOB IF IT’S GOT A KNEE IN YOUR NECK.
Do not let corporate America break you.
Your health and happiness are not worth it if you are reaching a dark place where life seems meaningless.
Please know your limits and ease yourself there if you have even a glimmer of hope that you can string together your next lifeline. Believe in yourself and work hard and chose you if you can. If it’s between staying and your health? Please choose you. I’d choose you. Every fucking time.
The job market is full of kind smart helpful people who will reach back to you if you reach out. Get active, meet people, go to events, talk to that stranger, put yourself out there! You’re wonderful and interesting and so valuable to our society.
Practice self love this weekend and continue to chose you in small and big ways, because you deserve that.
Reblog to share incase someone’s waiting on a fucking sign to quit their own toxic job like I was… because my own mental and physical health decline weren’t enough of a red flag 🚩 🤡 😛 but 🤭it do be that way sometimes
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The person you will call your favorite person in the world five years from now might not even be in your life yet. Think about that every time you walk into a bar, every time you’re forced to go out when you don’t want to, and every time you have to let someone who doesn’t deserve you walk out of your life.
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You are chaotic up close. You function in oxymoron's. You're like an impending collision that's hard to look away from.
Please don't leave me.
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My uncle has been telling me; Don’t rely on anyone. Don’t rely on your boyfriend. Your best friend. Fuck even your family.
RELY ON YOUR FUCKING SELF.
You’re not going to fuck you over.
I find myself in ruts I can’t get out of. I find myself heart broken over others promises they couldn’t keep. I find myself feeling alone and powerless. Time and time again. All because I was reliant on someone else to get me through something that I needed to figure out for myself.
I’m done giving my energy to unreliable sources. I won’t burn myself to make you brighter anymore. I got me.
t.k
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Your my all the time thought when my brain starts to wonder.
You my 1st when i wake & my last when i somber
For in my memories i think of us often.
The real you & i
Yes that version, the one you'd purposely forgotten.
Back when we were both helplessly in love.
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Time and Love - an original poem by David-Aster
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Dusk till Dawn
When the day’s done, the music’s quiet, and the lights are gone on the neon signs
When everyone already had their fair share of you - your soft skin, your tender lips, and your piercing eyes;
I wonder,
If there’s a part of you that no one has ever touched, has ever kissed, has ever seen?
If there is, I ask you so kindly, I don’t ever want to be mean,
But can you save that for me, I’m begging you, please?
Hide it, lock it, keep it, I don’t care how you’d do it,
But can you let me have that at least?
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