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@agelessoul
please stop asking me about my future ill cry
I’m just a good girl with bad habits ✨
“Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something.”
— Unknown
my soul feels older then it should, but not in a ‘i’ve been here for so long’ kind of way, more, in a 'i was too young when it was all came upon me and feel robbed of my youth’ kind of way
like breathing in shards in my lungs, or the sting of someone slapping you.
and i’m tired for and nolstalgic of something i never had but felt promised and robbed of at the same time.
i want you (who are you but some figment or dream i’ve conjured up) to sneak into my room after hours to do nothing more then hold me, or take me on a car drive at 2am to watch the stars bloom above and tell me made up stories
i want your forehead pressed tight against mine as your fingers brush against mine, your voice and touch so soft it doesn’t feel real, your very being condensed into everything and nothing all at once against me and i want to feel so full of you, until it’s like i’m bursting at the seams and falling apart yet coming together all at once
i want to wake up to feel you beside me with butterfly kisses against my pulse, or feel the empty space where your warmth used to be, fading all too quickly
i want so much, and feel so robbed, so empty and i just want to know this will pass
those little things on ur nose aren’t blackheads, don’t try and get rid of them they’re sebaceous filaments and they’re permanent and literally everyone has them
every girl has that little pouch of fat on her lower tummy, despite what magazines try n show u, you have important organs there that need to be protected don’t try and get rid of ur pouch
ur body is smarter than u think and it knows what to do when u eat more than normal. one bad day, or even week, of eating poorly isn’t gonna ruin anything at all I pinky promise
if u think u look good up until u try taking a selfie, it’s not ur fault - our faces are asymmetrical and when u see ur face flipped it will look unnatural to u, since u don’t see it that way when u look in the mirror. to everyone else it looks perfectly fine
no one’s stomach looks the same at 8pm as it does at 8am. no one has a chiseled six pack after a day of eating, not even the super fit people u see on tumblr, because ur stomach naturally expands after eating and expecting to have a flat tummy before bed is very unrealistic
no one notices if the bags under ur eyes are bad today. no one pays attention to the bump in ur nose or the zit on ur chin or the piece of hair that u missed when u were straightening. literally no one notices these things except you so stop worrying about it ur gonna be fine
sometimes u just gotta get over urself
this made me cry I needed it so bad
my fav words - tag yourself
wabi-sabi: seen good in everything, sleeping until 12 pm, playing mimic with friends and sucking at it, jumping in the puddles, appreciating the small things, not afraid of making mistakes.
aesthete: waking up early to see the sunrise, standing on the window listening the birds sing, playing with your dog, reading an old book under a big tree, get your hair dirt with ink, dancing in the rain.
meraki: working really hard for everything, always late, crazy ideas, genial minds, care too much about others, always trying to overcome their barriers, giving their best.
nepenthe: good night kiss, best huggers, listening music in the highest volume, a hot cup of coffee in the winter, Netflix until 3 am, texting your friends good night, watching an old film, cooking your fav meal.
polisipo: being under the blanket in a cold day, going out with your friends, dancing alone in the middle of the room, driving to nowhere with the window down, having fun and forgetting about time.
ineffable: laying on the field, felling your heart beat fast, chatting until 4 am, laughing so hard until your belly ache, calling your friend in the middle of the night to tell that you’ve finished your book, making someone special for you smile.
“I’m not yours, and you’re not mine;
But the rain still falls, and the sun still shines;
And as time passes, I’ll learn to be fine;
Knowing I’m not yours, and you’re not mine.”
-Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 99
“The world goes on”
I wasn’t scared to tell you I loved you. I was scared to hear you didn’t love me back.
-those confessions in may
“When you kiss me, I can’t remember my middle name or which one’s my left foot”
— Neil Hilborn - “Static Electricity”
men are so dumb sometimes you just want to laugh at them but you can’t because they’ll probably kill you or some shit
The human brain is amazing. It functions 24/7 from the day we are born and only stops when you’re taking a test or speaking to someone attractive.
“Aw man I can’t wait until we get a new WiFi router. This one is awful”
*insert snobby gen X voice* “ha you probably don’t even know how to live without WiFi”
No you fuckwit all my homework is online and I would, in fact, like to pass my classes. Also, I read more books that you do, jackass.
This is how revolutions start.
With angry words,
With broken hearts.
With people done,
And fists held high.
And with more than just prayers
Shouted at empty skies.
With opened eyes,
And protests being made.
We’re not going to just
Let another tragedy fade.
We may be young,
But we’re the change.
And yes,
This is exactly our “lane.”
The future is ours
We’ll make it our way.
We won’t let this happen again
On some another day.
And if you can’t fix your mistakes
We’ll do it ourselves.
This is a stand we will always be willing to take.
This is how revolutions start.
With anger, and ideas,
And pure, pure heart.
“One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parent’s names. He’ll know how old you were when you learned to play violin, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your laugh lines, and your birthmarks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you wake up in the middle of the night most nights, where you were when you realised you had lost yourself, why you picked up the razor, and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your mother. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for all things salted caramel, your dream of being a vet when you were five, your need to sing along to every song you know, and your fears of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget, and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clean clothes out for days, get scared ordering at a store, have to organise your DVD’s by genre, and check your horoscope… just in case. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how you don’t like sugar in your coffee, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you don’t like sandwiches unless they’re toasted. He’s going to know how you feel without telling him, when you’re holding in a laugh, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.”
— He’ll Know / Love
The world is too fucking small for her
so she diceded to run away
paramore - caught in the middle