Bring me to the secret garden - with all those
leaves that are just a reflection of your emerald eyes and
flowers that will never stop blooming 'cause of your soul
that shines so bright.
// a poem for a girl with the most beautiful green eyes
- m.b.
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@miseryofgold
Bring me to the secret garden - with all those
leaves that are just a reflection of your emerald eyes and
flowers that will never stop blooming 'cause of your soul
that shines so bright.
// a poem for a girl with the most beautiful green eyes
- m.b.

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I wanna get lost in those emerald green
eyes - they'll lead me to the garden that every poet
dreams about
- m.b.
sitting in my bed and thinking about you
I’m sitting here in my bed
Thinking about you
All over again
The words you said
The feelings you gave
Just to realize I was all alone - the whole time
So I‘m sitting here in my bed
Thinking about you
All over again
The word I wished you said, but never did
The feelings you gave, but never meant
Just to resize I was all alone - the whole time
- misery of gold
”breathing dreams like air”
- f. scott fitzgerald
Let’s be friends - just for one summer morning, do all the romantic things that scream “teenage romance” and then never see each other again!
- misery of gold

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Every business decision I ever made I learned from my grandfather Papa Sam. He moved here from Russia when he was a boy. He worked his way up selling newspapers and ladies’ handbags, and eventually, he became Cadillac Sam, one of the biggest car dealers in Chicago.
- Bobbi brown
one question
Attraction relates to emotion.
But how we feel for someone relates to experience, things we like and how open we are to what is undoubtedly already changing.
Do we admit our feelings for someone? Or do we imagine something that not exist?
Too often we are left with our own quality, vision and desires.
If we feel for someone and these emotions don´t agree with things we know as attractive, beautiful or aesthetic, we don´t admit with these emotions.
The one question we now ask is:
What will change if we feel for someone and admit our emotions?
- misery of gold
“Please always remember, that no matter what happens in life, no matter who leaves you. You'll always shine bright infront of the right eyes. just wait.”
— p.s.w // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #284
the magical gaze
We all know the situation. We sit in the train or walk through the city.
No matter where we are. Somewhere he is, the guy who turns our head just by looking at us.
We don't know why. But Something in his gaze, gives us the reason to think of him.
The person is completely foreign to us.
Anyway, we feel drawn to him.
What if we see this person every day and he look at us again and again with that gaze?
Would we dare to ask them? To ask him?
Or do we want to keep the secret about him and his magical gaze?
- misery of gold
Am I in love? Absolutely. I'm in love with ancient philosophers, foreign painters, classic authors, and musicians who have died long ago. I'm a passionate lover. I fawn over these people. I have given them my heart and my soul. The trouble is, I'm unable to love anyone tangible. I have sacrificed a physical bond, for a metaphysical relationship. I am the ultimate idealistic lover.
James Dean

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He loved her
He loved her. He loved her more than the moon could love the stars.
More than words could ever have described.
She was his painting of perfection.
The ideal that turned his point of view on life.
She was the glistening sun that burned his eyes. But he could not look away.
He would never be able to look away, because resisting her vision would kill him. He knew better than anything he had ever learned.
But she doesn’t know, what she loved.
She loved him like bees her honey but coveted the sweet nectar in the free world.
She would have to decide. Between honey and nectar.
He knew he wouldn't be, that he had never been.
He hated forcing her. To impose an ultimatum on her. But otherwise he would go down.
because he knew the answer. He would lose her or continue to endure the endless pain. Was that a choice at all?
It hurts both. to see her desiring nectar and never see her again.
So, he did what he always did.
He waved it off. He assured her that everything was okay. He forgot the ultimatum.
For her…He loved her. He would always love her.
- misery of gold
my life is like a lana del rey song. dramatic, sad, poetic and dark. deep and hard to understand. very disturbing. but overall magical, hypnotizing and fucking amazing.
hedonist poet
the complicated kind of love
what if I am perfect for you, but you not perfect for me?
can I break up with a good feeling?… I mean it isn´t easy to break up, but I want someone for you, who loves you like you loved me.
forgive quickly, kiss slowly love truly, laugh uncontrollably and never regret anything…that makes you smile
James Dean
a flower does not think of competing with other flowers. it just blooms
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