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wordsbyt · 4 hours
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Just love. Just love. It’s as simple as that. After all, what else matters? When it’s all said, and done. What else matters?
Will you remember a house, or a hug? Money spent, or time? A car, or a kiss?
I say just love. Just love. What else matters?
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wordsbyt · 4 days
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“Wiggy”
One of the happiest and the saddest things I do, are pet pics. It is usually to remember them by, and that makes me sad.
But the pictures, like this, make me happy.
Art opens doors to your heart.
#timoconnellsartanddoodles
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wordsbyt · 4 days
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And she was my spark in the morning, my alarm, my wakeup call. She was the hunger I had during the day, you know the kind. The kind that makes you feel like you can’t wait because you know how good it’s going to be. She was the nap I took because I couldn’t wait to daydream. She was the soft spot to sleep by, the cold side of the pillow I kept turning to, the late night talk that made me rest so good.
And she was the slammed door that locked itself. She was the silence that was so loud it was deafening. She was the empty feeling in my stomach because she wanted none of me. She was sleep on the couch because she didn’t want me near her. She was a broken heart, mine and hers. Yes, she was….
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wordsbyt · 4 days
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“All I want is my heart to be in your pillow. So you could hear it beat for you. So you could lay your head on it. So you could tell when it’s broke.”
— (via wordsbyt)
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wordsbyt · 4 days
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Whisper this to me softly, so only I can hear it………I’m a pillow, lay your head on me and close your eyes. I’m a blanket, cover yourself with my love. I’m a tree, throwing shade and keeping you cool. I’m a puppy, licking your face because I can’t get enough of your taste. I’m a dream, taking you places you can’t go without me. I’m a song, the tune you love to hear over and over. I’m a breeze, cool in your hair and soothing to your skin. But most of all, I’m a miracle, how else can you explain me with you?
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wordsbyt · 5 days
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You’ve been close.
Close to love, but never in love.
At least that’s what you tell them. You know, the ones that always ask. The ones that don’t understand. The ones that act like everything is perfect, but are kissing with one eye open.
Looking over their lovers shoulders.
Watching. Waiting. Wanting, the next better thing that comes along.
You’ve been close.
But at least the love you are waiting for, will be real.
Close.
Close to love.
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wordsbyt · 5 days
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Maybe they just needed to talk. Maybe just a hug.
Maybe just some time spent alone, together.
Maybe it was just another reason to look back, at how things were. Maybe it was how things are.
Maybe they just need to tell me what they told no one else. Maybe it was just another story. Maybe I just needed to listen.
Maybe, just maybe, it was about me.
Maybe’s.
They just may be important.
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wordsbyt · 7 days
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“Photo Finish”
Acrylics on Canvas
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wordsbyt · 8 days
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I see cracks in your porcelain. And chips that leave places that do not shine. But I also see a one of a kind treasure. And that it is still beautiful. Worn and torn, but still my prize.
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wordsbyt · 10 days
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You remember. Even now. The rides thru the country. Singing in the car. Fleetwood Mac I believe, even if I can’t remember the songs, I remember it. I remember it all too well. You remember. Even now. The longs nights at first. The sweaty, no A/C apartment, that had the loud neighbors we barely heard. I only heard us. Us. I remember. Even now.
The longs nights later on in the nice house, with the pretty dogs and beautiful kids. And the louds screams. Us. I remember. Even now.
And now, when I see you, when I see you with him, I act invisible. I stand back and out of sight, because I remember you.
All too well. Even now.
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wordsbyt · 11 days
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Every surface is a canvas, the world itself is art.
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wordsbyt · 11 days
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She said, “do you think of me?“
And I said, “only in the morning. Only then. But sometimes when it’s late at night. And when I drive those long trips, short ones too. When we see each other and when we are apart. When I pull your sweater out of my drawer, and smell you still. When our song comes on. Or when my song comes on. When my phone rings, but also when it sits there waiting. When I take home someone new, but when I am home alone. Everytime I wish, and every time I want. I think of you sometimes when the day is bright and warm and breezy, or when its rainy out and the drip keeps time with my heartbeats. Only then……”
And she said, “I was your favorite?”
And I said, “let me think about that.”
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wordsbyt · 13 days
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I used to be so important.
Used to mean something, stood for something. But now, I’m background noise. Not really valid at all.
When does this happen? When?
When did I lose my luster and become more of a nuisance than a need. When did I need to sit down and be quiet? When was I replaced?
It used to be so perfect. I was everything. I had all the answers. But now, I don’t even know the questions.
So, I will fade into the background and then fade away. Don’t miss me for what I was if you can’t miss me for what I am. I was important.
Now, I am forgotten.
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wordsbyt · 13 days
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wordsbyt · 13 days
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Caution;
Artist at work
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wordsbyt · 13 days
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I see cracks in your porcelain. And chips that leave places that do not shine. But I also see a one of a kind treasure. And that it is still beautiful. Worn and torn, but still my prize.
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wordsbyt · 14 days
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I’ve taken all the doubts, theirs and mine, all of the not good enoughs, all of the “there’s always someone betters”, all of the “ you are not quite its”, and buried them in the dirt of my reborn soul. And now, I bloom
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