heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street //
lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

I loved you
harder than I hated
myself,
and that’s how
I knew I was
in trouble.
written by Y.Z (via rustyvoices)

"He may still love you. He probably does. He probably doesn’t know what he wants. He probably still thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life."

paki-digest, razelle pls

I’ll never be busy enough to not miss you.

And another thing. Don’t ever kid yourself about loving some one. It is just that most people are not lucky enough ever to have it. You never had it before and now you have it. What you have with Maria, whether it lasts just through today and a part of tomorrow, or whether it lasts for a long life is the most important thing that can happen to a human being. There will always be people who say it does not exist because they cannot have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow.
written by

Ernest Hemingway, For Whom The Bell Tolls

what the hell am i reading. i should be studying. fuck.

My desires in a relationship have changed over time. I no longer want someone who promises to always love me and never leave me, I need someone who understands that life happens and sometimes things don’t work out. I don’t want someone who sugar coats things and never gets angry with me, I need someone to tell me how it really is and put me in my place. I need to be able to go five hours without talking to you and not feel lost or incomplete. I am complete without you. But with you, I want to be so much better. I want to be stronger with you. I want us to grow together and help each other grow individually. I don’t need you, but I really fucking want you. And this may not work out, but the fact that you understand all of this and this how our relationship works, makes me think we’ve got a pretty good shot.
written by This is why I have so much faith in us (via boobslyn)
cottoncandyforbunnies:

how do i study with this monkey on my mind?

I go crazy cause here isn’t where I wanna beAnd satisfaction feels like a distant memory

cottoncandyforbunnies:

how do i study with this monkey on my mind?

I go crazy cause here isn’t where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life
written by Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via versteur)

pulmonaire:

Painted Images by Alexandra Valenti

I swear to God I am trying my best to bare my soul but everything I spit out of my mouth is black with ashes, but it still tastes like him.

All I have ever wanted is for my skin to stop feeling like barrier and with him, I am entirely unafraid of release.

I still can’t seem to piece together what he took from me. There are so many times I looked for answers in cups of coffee but my hands got cold before I found clarity.

It’s four in the morning and I am still trying to build walls so high that the memories of him couldn’t get out and new people couldn’t go in.

And I am trying so hard to change but the best I can do now is wonder if she will ever start a fire within him that he will never have the power to extinguish.

cottoncandyforbunnies:

no such thing as too much flowers
//
Five reasons i love her
//
i’m trying to convince myself
not to go out
and listing five reasons
wouldn’t be helpful
reasons to why i long
for the taste of your mouth
or why i feel so awful
when you’re gone
so rather than lie in bed and reminisce
i’m off writing this list
first is to why your eyes feel like home
where the blankets are always warm
and the chocolate always nice
Second is the sound of your voice
how it sings, jokes, rolls
and sometimes say my name
that makes me melt inside
third is your hands
and though small
holds so much
and together with mine
feel like the last piece
of a puzzle i’d never thought
i’d be able to place
fourth is your taste
on music, color, cuisine
on hair color, artists and magazines
all the things you pursue with passion
But as much as those reasons are enough
through all the time i spent with you
its your name that grew into me
your name that i call ever so often
amidst closed spaces or open
your name that just brings back
kept memories
and makes me look forward to new
so its fitting to end this piece with you,
Maria Angela Acosta
//
happy birthday babe

cheesy cheesy cheesy
very
very
very

cottoncandyforbunnies:

no such thing as too much flowers

//

Five reasons i love her

//

i’m trying to convince myself

not to go out

and listing five reasons

wouldn’t be helpful

reasons to why i long

for the taste of your mouth

or why i feel so awful

when you’re gone

so rather than lie in bed and reminisce

i’m off writing this list

first is to why your eyes feel like home

where the blankets are always warm

and the chocolate always nice

Second is the sound of your voice

how it sings, jokes, rolls

and sometimes say my name

that makes me melt inside

third is your hands

and though small

holds so much

and together with mine

feel like the last piece

of a puzzle i’d never thought

i’d be able to place

fourth is your taste

on music, color, cuisine

on hair color, artists and magazines

all the things you pursue with passion

But as much as those reasons are enough

through all the time i spent with you

its your name that grew into me

your name that i call ever so often

amidst closed spaces or open

your name that just brings back

kept memories

and makes me look forward to new

so its fitting to end this piece with you,

Maria Angela Acosta

//

happy birthday babe

cheesy cheesy cheesy

very

very

very

notes to my 18-year-old self

Be clever, be careful. Stop letting your hair get tangled in some tall boy’s fingers, stop falling down the stairs. You’re not as cute as you think you are.
You’re not as fragile, either.
Don’t say you love someone when you don’t. It’s degrading to believe it. It’s degrading to pretend.
Humiliation is still just a word to you. You think it means throwing up in someone else’s sink or passing out in your best friends’ boyfriend’s bed. Soon you’ll know that it’s something you carry with you: a chain around your ankle, a disease.
You will learn that there is no elegant way to mourn. (You think you can be the widow in an old movie, lithe and veiled. You think you look pretty when you cry.)
There is nothing as delicious as the food served at a funeral.
There is no one you’ll love like the drunk girl in a bar bathroom who braids your hair while you cry over the sink. No one will ever touch you that tenderly.
Stop asking yourself how you got to where you are. That’s how you get lost forever.
To keep your heart soft, you must lock it up in a box made of steel. You must hide it under your bed.
A miracle might be a trick of the light but that doesn’t make it less lovely.

FINALLY 18!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!

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