concept: I write you perfumed love letters signed with a kiss, you keep a picture of me in your wallet, both of us are huge saps
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i’d pick your thunder, i’d pick your rain; over anyone’s sunshine any day
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Don’t look away. Look straight at everything. Look it all in the eye, good and bad.
Henry Miller, from Dear, Dear Brenda: The Love Letters Of Henry Miller to Brenda Venus
(via violentwavesofemotion)
(via violentwavesofemotion)
I hate the way my heart hurts
I hate the way my dad looks at me these days
like he expects me to fall apart at any second
like he wants to say,
clear the dining room table
and clear the fucking hallways
Cause I might burst at any secondI hate the way my mom keeps telling me
that I’ll find someone new
Because every time she does I smile but
I really want to shake her
and tell her that I would rather meet you
a thousand times over
instead of some boy
Who laughs differently
Who holds my hand wrong
And only ever tells me he likes my body
with the lights offBecause your laugh is so infectious
that all your friends love you for ityou rubbed your thumb across the tops of my knuckles even when your mind was in
a thousand other placesYou liked me better with the lights on.
I hate the way my heart hurts
and God I hate how happy you made me
I don’t know how to handle myself
I don’t know how to handle my heart
And how it hurts so much
it makes my teeth chatter
like I’ve been cold since you left
like ice has made its way through my heart and into my veinsSo I guess
Clear the dining room table
clear the fucking hallways
check the x rays for ice in my bloodstream
I’ve been ready to burst ever since you left me
(via veincold)
sometime in the near future you will wake up at 3AM beside the person you love most in the world; wearing next to nothing, you will touch their cheek and they will sleepily pull you closer. the sky will be pink and gold and reflecting onto your love’s bare back. you will feel safe and secure.
