Inked Diaries

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The wind howls and
Screams between windowsills
Icicles shatter across
The pain
You were long
Gone before the
Strike of dawn
You were long
Gone

-when bedrooms are cold in the morning

Won’t you come
travel the roads
on my lips
A journey through
unmarked signs
and dead ends

micdotcom:

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(via navk)

“To speak with you is to love
But if I love you I will surely burn”

—   jackohooper
This collab is just beautiful.. Beautiful.

takingstockofwhatmattersmost replied to your post:i was her fall her autumn her tumble head over…

LOVE this Madi!!!! THAT was quick!!! Perfect. Navin will love this one! Shoot everyone will love this one. Seems like forever since we’ve written a collab.

smist999 replied to your post:Open the doors Let me step inside Will you let me…

"Take time in your fragile hands…" So beautiful

wordswritteninsilence replied to your post:Open the doors Let me step inside Will you let me…

Beautiful

Thank you my awesome sauce friends! Love you all!

i was her fall
her autumn
her tumble head over heals 
spinning her wheels
i was her september
heading into decembers arms
her end 
i was her burnt umber and crimson
her marigold and tangerine
her crunch of leaves under foot
as i walk away…

…but
could i have been her reason to stay

he is my spring
my season of full bloom
my prayer for all heals
lavender mist on my wounds
he is my september
unable to rest in one season’s arms
my beginning
he is my blossoming mauve and corals
my hues of water and sunshine
the scent of freshly rained-on soil
as he walks closer…

…my
only reason to stay
my
only reason to smile

*A Kevin-Madi collab*

Open the doors
Let me step inside
Will you let me dream
your dreams for you
Take time in
your fragile hands
Will you let me heal
your heart for you

takingstockofwhatmattersmost replied to your post:I miss my bangs. No reblogs.

You. Are. Lovely. and I have the prettiest best friend in the world! ;-)

coldbloodnolove replied to your post:I miss my bangs. No reblogs.

Nice pic.

wordswritteninsilence replied to your post:I miss my bangs. No reblogs.

Nice photo Madi :)

lzlabseesu replied to your post:I miss my bangs. No reblogs.

Awe…you are adorable

My fan base right here. Love you guys!!

mapetrow-from-allofit:

she comes to me with a loving hand
held out

and I reach, but there’s never a touch
to be felt

yet I reach and I compromise sanity
to believe;

her love is a Springtime blessing
year round

This one is a special one <3 :)

mooneyedandglowing:

susemoji:

where do these white dads come from

That’s basically my dad only he’d do the Axl Rose dance.

That totally made my Thursday

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