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lovelysuggestion

i think about your voice a lot

i question us when u say things like that to me

because if we don’t feel the same way why is this even a thing

if im not enough or even close to enough why am i around

#questions #that i'll never ask u #or else i'll cry

melisica

alfaazkibarsaaat

I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’ I want your Tuesday afternoon coffee break, glasses off, laughter on ‘just hold me for a while it’s been a hard day.’ I want your Wednesday evening fingers through hair teeth nibbling nails neck craning, eye glazing ‘this paperwork never ends’ I want your Thursday night drinks for two bones unbind muscles let loose flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’ I want your finally Friday stretch soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes fingers unfurl, hand extends ‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’ I want your weekend. your movie marathon Saturday reading by the fireplace kissing in the blankets want your Sunday morning orange juice and pancakes white sheets, tender skin hair like the Fourth of July ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’ I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life.

On Both Knees | alfaazkibarsaaat (via alfaazkibarsaaat)

writingsforwinter

Someone is Missing You at the Party

There’s some party at a friend of a friend of a friend’s house and you almost went but at the last minute you decided not to, because who would even bother to come talk to you by the beer coolers or take you upstairs by the hand and kiss you soft on the bed while outside a line of drunk girls waiting for the bathroom was growing ever longer, who would even bother to ask you if you needed your red solo cup refilled, who would even bother to invite you to go skinny dipping with all the boys in the backyard pool, or ask if you could sing karaoke, or if the wine was too sour, do I look fat in this dress? You could stay in your bedroom for hours, days even, and no one would ever come looking for you. You’ll never get that Hey are you still awake text at 4 in the morning when someone is so high they can hardly see straight, you’ll never get to laugh with all the football players over beers or have someone there tell you your eyes are the darkest and prettiest they’ve ever seen, that you are the most magic in this world so far.

That’s what you think, though. And so you stay home from the party and you stay home the next day and the next, and eventually it becomes routine, this quiet life, this microwaved pizza in front of netflix, this early bedtime in your dorm room, this no thanks, not tonight, sorry, not today, maybe some other time, this crushing aching loneliness that eats so bitter into you it burns.

But someone is at the party right now, looking for you. Someone is at the party right now asking their friend or their boyfriend or the girl from next door where you are, should they call you to come over, someone has an extra beer for you, waiting for the moment you walk in, someone is talking to someone else about how they always admired the way you wrote, someone is thinking about how grateful they are for that time you held their hair back when they were sick over the toilet. That boy you always look at in class is trying to force a laugh with his friends while he thinks about how badly he wishes you were there with him, gagging over the taste of the gin and pretending not to notice each other’s faces glowing.

And so you don’t go to the party because you think no one will miss you, but the entire time someone else is thinking that maybe next time they won’t go to the next party either because it’s just not as beautiful without you there.

25 days till i get to surprise you

going to spend the next three weeks obsessing and planning and daydreaming about this

:)

i want it to be perfect and memorable and i want you to be happy more than anything else

quotemadness

I try to maintain a healthy dose of daydreaming to remain sane.

Florence Welch (via quotemadness)

trust

64bitwar:

this is stomp dog it shows up to stomp away sadness

just booked tickets to surprise my boyfriend for his birthday !! so excited!!

oh god i hope this works

also i fckin hate how jealous/insecure i get because i trust you but i’m also so scared of losing you and i fucking hate grills

asdwinhfiwaod-deactivated201408

Seeing someone slowly lose interest in you is probably one of the worst things ever

more thoughts in lists

1. lists keep me sane

2. got a new notebook for to do lists which is probably the only good thing I did for myself all fucking week

3. im a jealous and possessive person and i don’t know how to handle that at all

4. im greedy and i just want freedom from everyone ..notably parents n friends

5. you have really been sucking at the advice thing or helping me when im down and idk for some reason you just say all the wrong things and i hate it and i hate how it makes me get mad at you because i dont want to but it just adds on and ugh

6. i have been very irresponsible with my time

7. almost wished i was single so my friends wouldn’t fucking tell me im being the thing i hate

8. it’s almost august and i know this month will probably be the worst one all year

9. today was the worst fucking morning ever ... and i wished i could’ve ranted to you about it but I honestly never can and I don’t know why but it sucks

10. life sucks everything sucks i just make everyone’s lives worse and i just really wished that this wasn’t such a common feeling