Colleen Brown's Blog, page 185
April 21, 2014
when i woke up next to her, and the morning light revealed her...
when i woke up next to her, and the morning light revealed her affections, that’s when i knew that she was the warmth that my hands have always been searching for.
she will always be the warmest color
The first time I saw you, my heart fell. The second time I saw...
The first time I saw you, my heart fell. The second time I saw you, my heart fell. The third time fourth time fifth time and every time since, my heart has fallen.
I stared at her.
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your body that you haven’t grown into, the way you walk, smile, laugh, the way your cheeks drop when you’re mad or upset, the way you drag your feet when you’re tired. Every single thing about you is beautiful.
I stared at her.
When I see you the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops and it is a beautiful place and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you.
I stared.
When you’re gone, the World starts again, and I don’t like it as much. I can live in it, but I don’t like it. I just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever known or ever felt, the best thing, and that, beautiful Girl, is why I stare at you.
- James Frey, A Million Little Pieces
we spent our morning in the sun, watering plants and smoking...
we spent our morning in the sun, watering plants and smoking cigarettes. our fingers smelt of wine and longing. in the morning light i can see her beauty in every crease of her body, and her skin is the only texture that i ever want to grow familiar with.
April 20, 2014
Her arms are wrapped around me and I am going to fall asleep with her warmth comforting my body, and...
Her arms are wrapped around me and I am going to fall asleep with her warmth comforting my body, and I will tell you peaches more about it tomorrow.
April 19, 2014
"Your fists are not weapons
in arguments.
It’s your mouth
that does the most justice.
Open your..."
in arguments.
It’s your mouth
that does the most justice.
Open your lips and let the words
fly from your tongue
to show them that you
will not go down
just because there are bruises
along your cheekbones.
Don’t believe it when they say
that their anger
got the best of them.
Do not let them
convince you that you
had it coming. Your body
is not a target, your skin
is not the enemy.
So when
they leave you limp,
and you start to believe
that you’ve deserved this
all along, show them that you
are stronger than their hands.
And show them that you
will not surrender in this war
that they consider to be about love.”
- "Get away while you still can," - Colleen Brown
http://mostlyfiction.tumblr.com/post/...
Your fists are not weapons
in arguments. It’s your mouth
that does the most justice.
Open your lips and let the words
fly from your tongue to show
that you will not go down
just because there are bruises
along your cheekbones.
Don’t believe it when they say
that their anger got the best
of them. Do not let them
Your fists are not weapons
in arguments. It’s your mouth
that does the most justice.
Open your lips...
Your fists are not weapons
in arguments. It’s your mouth
that does the most justice.
Open your lips and let the words
fly from your tongue to show
that you will not go down
just because there are bruises
along your cheekbones.
Don’t believe it when they say
that their anger got the best
of them. Do not let them
convince you that you
had it coming. Your body
is not a target, your skin
is not the enemy. So when
they leave you limp,
and they leave you to believe
that you’ve deserved this
all along, show them that you
are stronger than their hands.
Show them that you
will not surrender in this war
that they consider to be love.
Can you try your best
to remember me like this?
With my hair down,
with your hand on my knee,
and...
Can you try your best
to remember me like this?
With my hair down,
with your hand on my knee,
and my mind at ease
with the feeling of our love
never being touched
by the toxicity of bitter words.
I want you to remember me
like this, because I’m afraid
that this will be the last time
that I ever feel as invincible
as I do in this very moment
of you and I taking on
the world with our bare hands.
April 18, 2014
And even though I never
asked her to, she takes
care of me. Handles me
with caution, and speaks
to...
And even though I never
asked her to, she takes
care of me. Handles me
with caution, and speaks
to me with dedication
on her tongue. She is
a vision of perfection,
a sight that is too precious
to be taken for granted.
When I look at her, I know
that everything I have
ever wanted is within
my reach. And when I
touch her, I know that I
will always be safe
in her arms.
Don’t let them think
that you are broken,
or that you are
too weak to carry on.
You are a vision...
Don’t let them think
that you are broken,
or that you are
too weak to carry on.
You are a vision
of recovery, and don’t
let them convince you
otherwise.
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