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Our love is a complicated one: But altogether simple as well. Almost two years ago I bound myself To you through touch, through your voice And all the words you coaxed from My fingers and my throat. We tumultuously tumble at times Between calm and chaos Two pieces in a very large puzzle The makeup of our lives. Two sides of a yin yang symbol Sun and moon.

“You are my daytime dream and I am your moonlight” by Radha Kistler (via floatinginthethoughtstreams)

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We have been fighting on and off For the better part of a week. Maybe it’s my fault, and maybe it isn’t. Maybe I trick myself into believing That everything that goes wrong in every relationship either is Or isn’t my fault When that’s only half the story. Life doesn’t operate at polar opposites Or two extremes. But one of my biggest fears is that you are brighter Without me or that I am brighter Without you. That we cannot respect each other enough To let the other operate too far out of our Comfort zones. Am I so twisted that I’ve created A dramatic situation out of nothing To entertain myself? To feel the passion you have for me, Even if it’s hate? It can’t be hate. But it may be. I cannot tell if you want me to be small Or greater than I am. I cannot tell now if I am too small Or too much for you. I feel I have no friends to call now. It’s late in the life I left behind on the East coast.

“Tipsy Ramblings in a big bed” by Radha Kistler (via floatinginthethoughtstreams)

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it’ll hit you in flashes. no more good morning text, no more goodnight kisses. the sheets don’t smell like him anymore and his toothbrush is gone. you’ll miss the way his arms felt the way they slid around your waist after a long day. how he kissed will haunt you. you will feel the ghost of his lips late at night when your only company is the blinking red LED of the clock. you will worry about him, all alone in that house. you’ll wonder at 2 am if he too is awake and thinking of you. you pick up your phone to call him but think better of it. you remember he’s not yours to take care of, not anymore. at 2 am it hits you. he’s gone. he’s really gone.

j.e.b. ((you didn’t think he was truly going to stay, did you?))

6.8.16

“One night you won’t find me sleeping next to you. You’ll feel around through the cool sheets, never finding my warm body. You’ll look up, squinting through your tired eyes finding me missing. You’ll look over at the clock hoping you aren’t late, then realize it’s the middle of the night. You’ll roll over and stand up, shuffling towards the bathroom finding it empty. You’ll mumble to yourself about how crazy I am, going missing at 2 in the morning. You’ll see my shadow before you see me. I’ll be hunched over, crying into my hands. Then you’ll realize I’m clutching a book to my chest. You’ll just stand there for a minute unsure of what could have happened to make it seem like I was falling apart. Then you’ll slowly sit down next to me. You’ll pull the book from my chest, quickly reading the title before setting it down and wiping my cheeks. When that won’t work, you’ll pull my face to your chest and I’ll pull on your shirt as if the pain is too much, but it will be. You won’t know what to do. You won’t know what’s wrong and that’s okay. The night will seem long and I’ll slowly grow quieter and quieter until I’m asleep. You’ll look down at my red, wet, puffy eyed face confused as hell. You’ll carry me to bed and wrap me up as if the warmth from the sheets will warm my heart. You’ll go back and pick up the book realizing it’s the one I ramble about all the time. My favorite. You’ll look at it, unsure of how words on a page can break me down and tear me apart. My only wish then is that you read it. Only then will you understand everything that doesn’t make sense about me. You’ll realize how I understand feelings I’ve never felt. You’ll understand why I talk about places I’ve never been before. You’ll understand why I day dream about people that don’t really exist. You’ll understand why I cry so easily. And maybe you’ll be able to love me better. Hopefully you’ll love me more than you did before.”

-j.k.

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Forgive me, if I begin to fill the walls of my heart with your name. There may be times when I am a little too quiet, a little too distant. There may be other times when my words come pouring down like the heavy rain, when you find my heart inside your rib cage. You may fly, or you may drown with my love. But darling, forgive me. Please forgive me if it all confuses you, if it hurts to breathe by my side. For I never meant any harm.

Lukas W. // When a storm loves (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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If I ever end up moving in with someone I’m in a relationship with, I want us to have separate bedrooms. I need us to have our own rooms. This doesn’t mean we won’t sleep together, it means we will get to have our own space when we need/want it. Not just for if we’re fighting, but just because people need space sometimes.

t-hy-lla

i’m actually in this arrangement right now with my partner and i can confirm this is the best idea ever especially if you’re incredibly introverted like i am

i wish more people understood this mindset