Author: meredithlmm

Entrepreneur • Writer • Poet • Lover of Great Wine, Food, Cocktails, & Brewed Beverages • My best friends are feline 🐈🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛
The Lake District, Cumbria
Fields near Haltwhistle, Northumberland
Hadrian’s Wall, Northumberland
The Lake District, Cumbria
Hadrian’s Wall, Northumberland
Walltown Crags, Northumberland
The Lake District, Cumbria
The Lake District, Cumbria
The Lake District, Cumbria
The Lake District, Cumbria

freddie-photography:

I have never before, had the fortune of falling in love with a landscape so fast. Northumberland and Cumbria are some of the most beautiful places I have been.

By Freddie Ardley Photography

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So I’ll drink my coffee until my teeth are stained yellow and my tongue is burnt raw. I will nibble at my toast until it’s too hard to even look at. I will look out the window of the coffee shop and stare into the world. I will try to write my feelings down, but won’t utter not a word. And I will write about how I miss you and how I can’t eat or sleep anymore. And then the waitress will bring my check and I will sign away, no matter my debts. I will leave the coffee shop late, into the polluted streets of your favorite city. And I will walk till I reach the end of the sidewalk and my mind finally stops bugging me. I will. I promise.

m.j.w., “my promise to you” (via wnq-writers)

As You Are

I am not for you.

You’ve said it:

You are not looking for beauty.

You regret asking me for my strength;

You regret asking me for all I am,

You said you didn’t know I would be

So ruthlessly myself.

Are you so weak;

Did I love you so much

As to be blind to your fragility,

To your hopeful heart

And fallible strength

As to miss the meaning

Of such

An unsustainable request?

Or did your fears catch up with you;

My words,

My heart pouring every day,

Every moment with unadulterated love,

Every breath of mine become for you;

Despite your mind’s monsters

Making a monster out of you?

I still love you as before.

No distance can quell this ocean.

No time can tarnish my heart’s shine.

No amount of verbal brandishing

Can make me believe your costuming,

Can disguise your heart or mine,

Can still the moments,

Still alive,

Of every moment

Your heart

Kisses,

Aches for,

Yearns for

Mine.

You are not for me

And I am not for you;

But we are

Bound

And this love

Rules

And I am for me

As you are for you.

keep calm child,
the waves that are threatening to swallow you,
are just darker days that have yet to catch up.
you are faster than light, than a thousand hearts racing,
I am trying to tell you that 
we all sputter a little trying to break the surface
skin
bone
air
anything,
do not fret
we are all endlessly swimming

you are not alone in this. K. Kazik. (via these-chains-are-daisies)

this is not a love story.

this is a broken wine bottle and dripping red on counter tops,
different sized socks scattered on the floor
and left over tears still
longing to dry.

this is me telling you the history of us;
10 fingers, 10 toes
curled up limbs and
fogged up windows.

3am and I try not to miss you.

3am, I am sorry that monsters don’t write love stories,

they write eulogies.

these are the words we wish from ourselves. K. Kazik. (via these-chains-are-daisies)

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
(via wordsnquotes)

So true.

I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.

James Michener
(via nothingwithoutwords)

A way

How many ways can I tell you
I’m missing you?

How many times must I say the words
To make them real for you,

Real enough to feel me
Real enough to see me
Real enough to hear me
Real enough to be with me?

How many days must I be alone
Before you come to take my hand

Not for forever,
Not for a day,
Not for a moment,
But for always?

How can I be away from you
When being with you feels like being with me…?

salva-corpus-amanti:

Salva-Corpus-Amanti “Save the Lover’s Body”

This is how I picture the world will end. Earth, Air, Water, Fire.

So beautiful.

salva-corpus-amanti:

Salva-Corpus-Amanti “Save the Lover’s body”

Moi aussi.

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.

(via bl-ossomed)

💗💗💗

And that is why I fall in love.

Always worth it to have tried, even if you fail, even if you fall like a meteor forever. Better to have flamed in the darkness, to have inspired others, to have lived, than to have sat in the darkness, cursing the people who borrowed, but did not return, your candle.

Neil Gaiman, Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances (via wordsnquotes)

Secrets

We all have secrets we don’t tell each other:

Mine usually start with “I love you”
And spill like starlight from my eyes;

Yours usually start with “I want you”
And spill like the tides from your skin.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless,—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves  (via wordsnquotes)

landscape-photo-graphy:

Nature Installations by Nils-Udo

Bavarian artist Nils-Udo works directly with nature to create site-specific installations, which highlight the transient beauty of nature. By using leaves, berries, leaves, branches, and blossoms, Nils-Udo creates colorful pieces, which change and disintegrate within time. Similar to Andy Goldsworthy’s work, Udo’s work showcases the temporariness of nature and its seasons. Nothing is eternal. 

Love never gives up, but passion must be fed to last….

MzP
(via soul-and-blues)

Old love is always as good as new love. Sometimes better.

MLM

Once in a while it really hits people that they don’t have to experience the world in the way they have been told to.

Alan Keightley, Into Every Life a Little Zen Must Fall
(via wordsnquotes)

Why is self confidence arrogant? Why is self-depreciation considered modesty? I worked my [butt] off to be able to have a high opinion of myself. It took a long time and many, many years, and I’m never going to tell – let anyone tell me that I should think less of myself.

Ronda Rousey (via wnq-anonymous)