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  1. musicure musicure
    posted a quote
    December 12, 2017 2:04pm UTC
    she was beautifully out of place
    like a moon during the day

  2. SunburstHorizon SunburstHorizon
    posted a quote
    July 18, 2017 3:44pm UTC
    sometimes i watch snow fall
    from the comfort of my home.
    i see as it drifts to the ground,
    weightless but falling all the
    same. it reminds me of myself,
    how i feel weightless, falling
    through an endless pit of nothing,
    just like that.
    but this time, the snow will not
    break my fall.
    — a girl

  3. musicure musicure
    posted a quote
    June 16, 2016 3:13pm UTC
    we'll carve our place in time and space
    we'll find our way or we'll make a way

  4. dontsellyourselfshort dontsellyourselfshort
    posted a quote
    April 30, 2016 8:37pm UTC
    "AND I KNOW I HAVE NO RIGHT TO ASK WHERE YOU GO AT NIGHT BUT THE WAVES HIT MY HEAD TO THINK SOMEONE'S IN YOUR BED."
    Format © dontsellyourselfshort

  5. musicure musicure
    posted a quote
    March 19, 2016 10:12am UTC
    someday, I don't know when
    we'll get to that place we really want to go,
    we'll walk in the sun
    and out of the snow

  6. musicure musicure
    posted a quote
    February 17, 2016 10:03am UTC
    The cold never bothered me anyway

  7. musicure musicure
    posted a quote
    January 28, 2016 5:13pm UTC
    I wanna be drunk
    when I wake up
    on the right side
    of the wrong bed

  8. Alpaca Prophet * Alpaca Prophet *
    posted a quote
    November 16, 2015 7:29pm UTC
    She wanted honesty,
    the chilling word that pierces our security.
    When locked gates stand tall,
    a simple command can bring down us all.
    Did she have honesty?
    Was I letting her into the dark, cold truth?
    Or paining a canvas on my wall to fool you?
    If you're looking for me to tear down my walls
    for you to walk inside,
    and see what I treasure and keep by my side.
    ...
    Then dust your shoes off on the way in.
    N

  9. abbie* abbie*
    posted a quote
    October 7, 2015 5:01pm UTC
    i smile to please everyone
    i feel i'm under the gun

  10. MaddyWaddy MaddyWaddy
    posted a quote
    July 10, 2015 10:42am UTC
    like fresh plates and clean slates
    our future is white

  11. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    November 21, 2014 6:48pm UTC
    Poor little Amelie dances through meadowed snow and calm, soft lavender. She laughs as diamond dust floats above her hair, and catches snowflakes on her tongue. Little Amelie plays games by herself, as other children are scarce in such a village. Perhaps Father will play? Ponders Amelie, prior to dismissing such a silly notion. No, Father would not play - not now, not ever again. Father is often sad - has a face made of stony concrete - and does not speak. He does not have time for silly little games. He does not have time for silly little girls either.
    Sometimes, when the night is vast and Amelie is restless, she will wait outside of Father's door. And she will hear him crying before he dresses for the day - although, in the eyes of Amelie, the day has not yet even begun. Amelie worries that this is the average life of an adult - fearful and upsetting, with short days and cold, long nights.
    One day, Amelie decides to try and live the life of an adult. She rises at six, as the sun begins to paint the horizon in streaks of pale silver, and she pulls on her boots.
    She does not come back for hours, and Father is livid when she returns - hours past sunset - and for some time she is worried he may strike her like Sister Abigail. Instead, he falls to his knees and grasps her face - so hard it would hurt if not for the look upon his face, which is cracking like plaster and becoming rather wet. He pulls her to his chest, runs a hand down her back, and whispers soft words into her hair. Amelie is confused, because she had just tried to be an adult - had succeeded rather well, she thinks - and yet Father is still sad? She does not know how to make him not-sad. But still, Father kisses her face all over, looks at her for some time - he seems tired - and then he smiles, small and crooked. Amelie startles, because...
    Well, because Father is smiling. And Amelie has forgotten this face...
    Such a lovely gift, this is, because suddenly Father has pulled Amelie onto his shoulders, and then they are amongst fields of virgin snow and poignant lavender. The sky breaks open and blesses them with frozen rain, and Father smiles again. He falls into the snow, makes angels with Amelie and catches snowflakes on his tongue. What a day! They build snowmen, and Father lends his scarf to a small snowman with a large carrot for a nose. They retire as the day brightens, from black to blue, and Sandman sprinkles stardust into their eyes. She is gone, to Dreamland - with snow and lavenders, and, best of all, Father smiling. When Amelie wakes, Father is still asleep, and he does not look quite so sad.

  12. livyloulou livyloulou
    posted a quote
    November 16, 2014 5:28pm UTC
    Ugh....
    It's snowing❄

  13. Aggressive Butterfly * Aggressive Butterfly *
    posted a quote
    November 14, 2014 2:05pm UTC
    It's to early for snow
    Why Elsa?

  14. KeepFighting KeepFighting
    posted a quote
    October 21, 2014 7:40pm UTC
    turns out you need me
    just as much as trees need
    leaves in the winter.

  15. appleloop* appleloop*
    posted a quote
    September 15, 2014 9:47pm UTC
    "But maybe snow is just angels
    flicking ashes from their
    cigarettes down to earth,
    and the days we spend home
    from school playing in powdered
    crystals will leave us coughing
    up smoke when we turn 16.
    and the light pink dress your
    mother used to make you wear
    will turn red where it hits your
    hips and kisses the tips of
    your wrists, and your mother
    will ask you why there’s blood
    on all your clothing and you’ll
    pretend like you haven’t been
    doing drugs in the bathroom
    at school and crying so much.
    and one of these days I’ll scream
    at you to kiss me, and you’ll do it
    and we’ll both burn into the ground
    and watch our bones melt into
    nothing because we are nothing,br>
    even though we’ve got ourselves
    convinced that we’re the world.
    but at least your lips are against
    mine.
    and you don’t always feel it at
    first, but when you feel it oh god
    you feel it.
    and liquor seems like a good idea
    until it’s not.
    and you’ll get better at feeling sorry
    for yourself and bandaging cuts.
    and you’ll get better at finding
    the stars under your skin, and
    learning to breathe again.
    and you’ll lose your f*cking mind but you’ll find it.
    again,
    and again,
    and again.
    and I’m terrified of growing up, and leaving behind chapped lips and peach tasting kisses and fireworks and headaches and eyes filled with oceans pouring down your face and flooding your mouth, but I would go anywhere with you."

  16. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    August 8, 2014 6:22pm UTC
    he was cold and it sometimes hurt to touch him, he made my skin itch with the tell-tale signs of frostbite setting in and sometimes i would cringe. i never shied away though, because the pain was worth the touch, the blessing.
    permanently, he was tainted blue, like lake fryxell or the Odessa sky in spring.
    bundled in blankets and burning his hand with the iron, he shivered.
    i loved his cheeks, they had a sign of life - they were red, blood vessels rushing to the surface - a kiss from jack frost. i was jealous.
    i made him angry once and it was beautiful. snow fell from the ceiling, a blizzard in the bedroom, defying logic and reason. it did not stop for hours - it did not melt - and when his mother died; he cried, and the room cried with him - lightening and thunder; the dark roar that makes children scream and hide beneath their beds. this, too, lasted for many hours. the snow melted, and my carpet was soaked with the smell of petrichor. he apologised and i did not understand why, because i've always loved the rain - the sound, the smell, the touch, the taste.
    i bet he tasted like rain.

  17. zimchim* zimchim*
    posted a quote
    August 1, 2014 1:21am UTC
    it was a winter kind of love,
    the kind that spoke with eyes, actions and bodies.
    because the chill and cold didn't matter when limbs became tangled.
    neither did words. they weren't enough.
    why did one have to say, "I love you,"
    when it could be spoken through fingers on the spine and lips on the collarbone?
    it was the need for presense.
    for keeping the hands from getting numb, and making the cheeks warm.
    because there's no such thing as too close when it was this cold.
    it was a winter kind of love,
    the kind that melted like the snow.

  18. lemon.cake* lemon.cake*
    posted a quote
    April 16, 2014 10:45pm UTC
    Either it snowed last night in New York, or , she was overfilled with dandruff for the thousandth time

  19. ParticipationAward* ParticipationAward*
    posted a quote
    April 1, 2014 10:17pm UTC
    People are getting super excited because it's "finally spring" for them and I'm just here chillin with the snowman I built yesterday out of snow in my back yard dreaming of the day that it will actually be warm enough for me to not have to wear a jacket to step outside..

  20. KayleighJean KayleighJean
    posted a quote
    March 26, 2014 9:12pm UTC
    Maybe if I reblog enough beach photos on tumblr
    this whole cold, windy, and snowy thing will just vanish

:)

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