Princess Cheyenne
Welcome to my thoughts.

Love is thinking about that person all day long, wondering what they’re doing, if they’re okay. Love is staying up at night when they aren’t there and thinking of their perfect smile, and laugh. Wondering when you will see them again. Love is the good morning messages and kisses. Love is spending time together, and cherishing memories. Love is getting excited to see each other because it’s been a week already and that’s just too long. Love is wanting to spend every moment together, for the rest of your lives because you don’t care about how difficult things will be, you just want all of them. Forever. You want them to stay yours.

she falls for the quiet boys
for the shy boys
with their heads tilted down
watching their feet
their hands in their pockets.
she falls for the boys with
secrets to keep
their shoulders hunched
their breathing soft
and smiles so small.
they remind her of the late-
blooming blue bells
in her grandparent’s garden.
the flowers that need
a little more water
a little bit more care
for them to grow
for them to open up.
the prospect of getting
her hands dirty,
a bit of earth on her knees
feels to her like swallowing
one bee hive after another whole.
she doesn’t mind the wind
messing up her hair,
they’re not meant to stay
still anyway, she tells herself,
the way other girls
want their’s neat and perfect.
she likes the idea
of digging deeper into him,
doesn’t mind finding nothing
at all, just wants to see
to know
and perhaps to
keep.
MJLbecause blooming red roses die first (via mimickingmaelstroms)
Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be.Eric Thomas (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Collide sounds like the kind of apology two souls that have destroyed each other whisper before they die.MJL, what sad words sound like #2 (via mimickingmaelstroms)
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“I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”
-The Almost People