Listen to her. No. Really listen. Every exhale that bleeds unspoken truths. Every inhale she rations like mercy. Every almost-word that dies on her tongue. Her jaw, clenched like a drawbridge. How her shoulders archive every disappointment. The library of pain she curates behind.

RT @SweetfaceK: Jokes write themselves.

RT @spectrewrites: It's the quiet days that I'm feeling it the most.

RT @spectrewrites: Laying in bed reading to each other is a love language.

RT @spectrewrites: I'd grow a garden with you.

If you can't find me, follow the fireflies.

RT @spectrewrites: Laying in the grass, holding hands, and watching the clouds is a love language.

RT @spectrewrites: Being your own best company is a superpower.

RT @_Valkyria_: Thank you for loving me….

RT @_Valkyria_: Not all scars are physical….

RT @ShePlaysLoud: Music saves me, every day.

RT @_Valkyria_: Come closer tonight so I can breathe you in and never let you out ….

RT @throatholding: If he doesn't send you his lightning-filled sky, he's just not that into you.

RT @throatholding: The sky's telling secrets again.

RT @throatholding: Put your best words inside me.

RT @laceyjae10585: I mean… I kinda want you obsessed with me.

RT @PixieRainbow23: Raising the standard and quality of people you want to let in your life is also a form of self care.

RT @spectrewrites: She's fluent in old books, eclectic playlists, and finding art in the clouds.

RT @spectrewrites: Make her a playlist.

RT @spectrewrites: My favorite poem is the way you say my name.