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One Nice Bug Per Day
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By Veeship
I wanna be free like this
I wake up in the middle of the night and I text you things like “why aren’t you in my bed? come eat a bowl of oranges off of me”. I don’t know what this means. I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. Something about you and I in bed with sticky fingers and wet mouths is appealing to me even in half-sleep. Maybe oranges are a metaphor for life. Maybe I still don’t know how many seeds I’m gonna find in you. Maybe oranges are just supposed to mean summer heat because I’m sick of all this cold, cold, cold. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe the only thing that means something is that I am always waking up in the middle of the night and reaching out to you. You with those warm hands. You with that wet mouth.
“Oranges” Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
Sometimes, all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.
William C. Hannan (via wordsnquotes)
This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go.
Buddy Wakefield (via wordsnquotes)
…Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.
Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (via wordsnquotes)
I’ve been in love with someone that didn’t love me back and I’ve been loved by someone that I didn’t love back but I don’t know which is worse: to be broken or to break another soul.
Probably to break another soul, because now your name will forever feel like poison in their veins, almost like a sour after taste (via fulmadz)