Chloemaysmind
Untouchable

And just like ash in the wind,
You disappeared…
Forever untouchable.

©~Chloe-May McGlone

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2 days ago

I’m tired of feeling so incredibly lonely in a world full of people..

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1 week ago
The Lookout

I want to write about midnight kisses on cliff side lookouts,
where we would lay on the bonnet of your car and talk till the city came alive about the wonders of the world.
How we would share our ideas and dreams for ours.
Our future, our world.
And just how wonderful it was to lay there on the bonnet of your car,
Mapping out our future memories under the infinite blanket of white burning stars.

©~Chloe-May McGlone

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1 week ago
Note to self

If you go on like this,
Worrying so much about
pleasing others,
worrying so much about disappointing others
Well then,
Then,
One day you’re just going to wake up and really regret listening to everyone else in the world but yourself.

Start living for you.

Start living for you.

Start living for you.

©~Chloe-May McGlone

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1 week ago
“If you want your life to be a magnificent story, then begin by realizing that you are the author.”
— Houlahan (via healthspiring)

(Source: thingsthatsing, via farfromtheshore)
9527 notes
1 week ago
Human Desire

People crave addiction,
And we become far to attached,
Far to quickly.
Whether it be to a person,
A habit,
An object,
A substance,
An idea…
Or all of the above,
Perhaps all at once?
We desire addiction,
Whether we realise it or not.
And when that state of euphoria grows old,
or if it slips away,
We grovel like animals,
Helplessly searching for the next chance to grab a hold of something,
Anything.
So hungry we become to fill that empty void with a new addiction,
A new euphoric
substance,
Emotion,
Or feeling.
Anything to fill us up with a sense of hope…
A sense of security.
And more often than not,
We don’t realise,
Or even seem to care,
if it’s false,
If it will last…
We just know we need it.
We crave it.
Now.
We are all addicted to addiction.
We all crave habitual behaviour.
We are designed to,
Born to.
It’s in our blood,
Our hearts,
Our brains,
our bones…
We all crave a little bit of something,
We all crave a lot.

©~Chloe-May McGlone

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1 week ago
“Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you.”
— Carl Jung (via perfect)

(Source: 13neighbors, via adoenamedjane)
14486 notes
1 week ago
“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”
— Andrea Gibson (via goodniteowl)

(Source: eschew0bfuscation, via orgasnichole)
14304 notes
1 week ago
To breathe you in

You were my favourite kind of air to breathe,
My lungs miss your presence.
I try to breathe in so deep,
But now I’m choking in my sleep.
It’s just not the same.
This isn’t home,
Not here…
Not without you.

©~Chloe-May McGlone

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1 week ago
Mind Games

Your capricious eyes foretell,
a cluttered dirty soul.
putting others down,
to fill that draining hole.
Never satisfied with life,
Never grasped your inner muse.
And if you cannot win,
You make sure the others loose.
Inflicting what you feel,
on those who’ve brought you hope.
Your a cause beyond remission,
These selfish games won’t help you cope.
Swallow all your pride now,
Go on, let someone in.
Your inhibitions bar you shut,
But it’s time to shed old skin.

©~Chloe-May McGlone

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1 week ago