“You’re going to wreck him. When you leave, you’re going to make it rain for 6 months straight and he’s going to try drowning the parts you didn’t love about him. He’s going to put all the letters you ever wrote to him in a cardboard box. He’s going to place it in his closet because it’s really over and because it hurts. His friends are going to tell him, he’s a fool. They’re going to tell him that you’re just another girl, that he’ll intertwine paths with another, someone better, someone who can love what you never did and he’s going to nod but he’s not going to believe it for 6 months. On the seventh month, he’s going to meet a lovely girl, and she’s going to teach him how to swim. She’s going to let your rain wash away everything. She’s going to know you just as well as he did and maybe she’ll love you too, not because you’re special or anything really but because you left voids, voids that she can fill and she’s going to thank you one day, someday and so will he. You’re going to smile and you’re going to look him in the eyes and say,
“baby, I told you that you’d make it without me.””—When You Leave Him // Abagail Pacheco (via thewordsyouneverunderstood)
“Can’t give up acting tough
It’s all that I’m made of
Can’t scrape together quite enough
To ride the bus to the outskirts of the fact that I need love.”—Neko Case, ‘Middle Cyclone’ (via lateblooming) (via fuckyeahnekocaselyrics)
“We’re listening to a storm and the thunder rolls right through us. You say ‘listen to the bass’ you say ‘what if the whole sky was a speaker’. An hour goes
by and your eyes are closed
but I can’t tell if you’re sleeping.
Another hour goes by and
you’re laughing and I’m staring
at your hip at the spot where
your shirt has lifted up. I’m
writing these things down
because some nights are like
a storm that comes close but
is never right above you, like
a lot of loud noises but nothing
that strikes. Everything here is
forgettable but I don’t want to
forget any of it.”—anne, a night where nothing extravagant happened except being with you (via anneisrestless)
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether it’s your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.”
”—Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them (via convulsingxpulses)
“If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you — whether it’s good or bad — then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring.”—Jamie Anne Royce (via suspend)
“You kiss me gently as we’re sitting on the steps of an empty parking lot. I pull away and breathe a little, I laugh and tell you that you don’t even know my favorite color to be kissing me that way and you smile. You place your hands on my hips and you kiss me again. If I admit, I’m scared, I haven’t belonged to anyone else this way, no one who wasn’t him, someone has placed their hands where yours are, someone before you has loved me and someone before you has left me. So whatever you decide to do now, let me tell you it won’t break me baby.”—thewordsyouneverunderstood (via thewordsyouneverunderstood)