When The Sun Goes Down

I look at you
what do I really see?
I see goodness
and support
and faith
in what is impossible for me sometimes
can I tell
that I see myself
and even though you are not here
I can see in your eyes
everything what I experienced
for such a short time
and even when I cry,
know that I’m happy
and if I could change something
would I change; I don’t know really
maybe ten hours,
I’d change to four
or at least seven
or even nine
then you would be closer
kilometers between us
I’d divide in half
If I only could,
I’d get to know about what you think when you wake up in the morning
about what in the late evening
between dinner and sleep
maybe even about what you dream
if about me
if you want me sometimes
to be right next to you
hold your hand
and if you think sometimes
about what I think
what I regret
and when I dream about you
do I wake up in the middle of the night
and check if you are beside me

When I first met you, that’s what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought, I’m going to love this person because even the sky looks different.
written by Margaret Stohl,  ”Beautiful Chaos  (via vfilthy)

(Source: quotes-shape-us, via rustyvoices)


i feel like i’m disappearing in all this noise; weeks pass like trains when you don’t have a second to take a deep breath.

The blue river is grey at morning
and evening. There is twilight
at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark
wondering if this quiet in me now
is a beginning or an end.
written by Jack Gilbert, “Waking at Night” (via oofpoetry)
It feels so separate, like I’ve touched something that’s taken the color out of me. Or maybe I’m in color now and they’re in black and white.
written by Kendare Blake, Anna Dressed in Blood (via splitterherzen)

Beneath the Surface N°8a, by: Linda Coppens Belgium Original


Beneath the Surface N°8a, by: Linda Coppens

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Aleksandra, 16, from Poland.
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“Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting.” ―John Green