[heavenfay]

A poem should be a house, the door unlocked. You let yourself inside. You hear, in some room down the hallway, whispering. A piano. Laughter. Muffled crying. You walk to the room. You open the door, and inside is the thing you always feared. Inside is the person you love. The person who never loved you. The person who died. Yourself. Hanging flowers. A box of melted snow. Inside is the thing you did not know you were going to find. It surprises you. The poem is the journey down the hallway–the heart, thudding; the mystery, the anticipation, the hope, the unknown, the unknown. Its purpose is the thing behind the door.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I always wanted to be alone.”

— Jean Rhys

Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.

Emery Allen
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bungalow

(bəŋ-gə-ˌlō, noun) Considered one of the most beautiful words in the English lexicon, due to its sonically and appeasing sound, bungalow is defined as a small, cozy cottage. Its definition also adds to the words charming beauty. When you utter the word you immediately are overcome with the feeling of “home”, comfort and warmth.  (via wordsnquotes)