quietchaoswords

[quietchaoswords]

Little miss obsessed with love but doesn't believe it will happen to her.

[quietchaoswords]

"You say love,

I just hear his name"

[quietchaoswords]

THIS SUMMER

This summer,

I’m learning to come home to myself.

I am not whole—

too broken in fragments,

broken mirrors carrying parts of me,

stitched together by hope and love.

Too fragile

to be loved by someone impatient

Too raw

for someone who only knows

how to love what’s already whole.

°☆°Healing isn’t loud. Sometimes it’s just a whisper—reminding yourself that broken but still worthy.°☆°

[quietchaoswords]

i wanna be soft and delicate and whimsical but unfortunately im made of fires and rage and destruction and have blood streaming down from my mouth and i will devour you whole and raw.

[quietchaoswords]

The one who loves the moon, still loves it when it is not in the sky, when it might not be in front of their eyes. The love is still there.

-A.S.

[quietchaoswords]

To start all over,

To build a connection

Only to let go

as if nothing ever meant.

Carrying my heart on my sleeves becomes an act of surrender-

a soft,quiet form of letting go.

@versesbyaaliyah

I'm too exhausted to explain my soul to someone again.

[quietchaoswords]

Not all storms make noise,some just live inside girls who stayed soft with thunderstorms in their chest🌀

[quietchaoswords]

For the ones,who loved deeply,even when it was never reciprocated.This one's for your brave heart🫶

[quietchaoswords]

[quietchaoswords]

For the ones,who loved deeply,even when it was never reciprocated.This one's for your brave heart🫶

[quietchaoswords]

MY HEART IS ALIVE

My heart is one of the strongest soldiers I know.

It is the abode of my lord— a sacred shelter

It provides warmth to others

while standing drenched in the rain.

It offers calm to storm-struck souls,

even while learning to stay afloat itself.

My heart is a museum—

of people and places

that once lit it up with joy.

It smiles at little things:

the palette of the sky,

the hues of sunset and sunrise,

the silent healing of nature,

and the sight of my loved ones smiling.

Even after everything,

my heart is still alive.

Still beating.

Still loving.

Still soft.

Still mine.

[quietchaoswords]

I am not here to be seen.

I am here to be heard. I’m not trying to be someone.

I’m trying to come home to myself.

This is quiet chaos. Welcome in. 🌒