[wordsnquotes]

When a person tells you you hurt them, you don’t get to decide you didn’t.

Louis C.K. (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

Do you know the uncomfortable feeling when you meet that person who’s about to mess up your life? It’s kind of funny and not everyone would believe it actually exists but I had it when I first met him. I love pasta so much and it was lunch but at that moment, I couldn’t eat. I ended up trying to stuff the food all in because it would be rude not to but that uneasy feeling inside me didn’t give me a rest. I never told anybody that, even to him. Well, truth be told, he did mess up my life. I was fine alone. A routine that I try not to miss, classes that can actually classify me as a nerd and poems I write about the love that hasn’t come to exist. I had friends. Just enough so I could hang out with people when I want to and have plenty of alone time. It was kind of lonely but I was fine. I didn’t look at him as someone I would fall in love with. I mean, he’s cute but he slouches even while walking. He doesn’t dress that well. I never had a “type” but I was pretty sure it wasn’t someone like him. He doesn’t talk to me a lot and maybe if it weren’t for my roommate, he wouldn’t know I exist. He loves these video games I kind of know because I have a couple of brothers who love them. I think I’m kind of all-over-the-place while he was this straight-laced boy. It wasn’t a likely combination. But I used the word “mess” twice and I think by now it’s pretty clear why I did. I never thought of kissing someone at 16. But you know, life hits you when you least expect it. And that was him. He made me do things I thought I would never do. He also made me cry a lot but damn, that boy made so mad in love that it felt like I was possessed. I think Cupid really was there and that arrow he shot right through me, it made me jump off a cliff even though I don’t have wings. It was a mess. It was pretty, yes, it was. And like all things pretty, it had to hurt. Nevertheless, I love every inch of it. Even the parts I used to hate. Even the moments I wish that never happened. Even the times when it was pure ugly. I loved every inch of it but it all went away. I don’t know where he is now or what he does or who he is with but I promised myself I would save him in my midnight skies. And I did. We are a star now. Dead and faraway but still glowing in the darkest of times. I don’t know if I will get to experience that kind of hit in the face once again. Maybe my heart won’t beat as ferociously as it did for anyone else other than him. I don’t know for sure but I know I will never forget my first love. I hope he doesn’t forget about me.

r.m.d

thebittermonosaccharide 

(via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

50 Love Quotes That Express Exactly What 'I Love You' Really Means

Here’s a little inspiration to tell your love how you really feel. Here’s the thing about love: It’s hard to put into words. Love brings up emotions that run the gamut from agony to ecstasy. Love can...

[thoughtsofthedeepeststems]

how do you fall out of love with someone?

You fall out of love with someone slowly, much more slowly than you fell in love with them. Falling out of love comes in stages.

You feel every emotion in one; heartbreak, rejection, confusion, nostalgia, wistfulness, anguish. You feel broken. You will want to hang on to something, even thought deep down you know that there is nothing left to hold on to. You overthink for a while, and then you finally accept that you weren’t right for each other.

You spend some time apart, and you begin to see the light again. You start to stop thinking about them constantly, and the echo of their haunting voice in your mind dissipates. Their eyes, their smile, you start to forget them. But a part of them is still with you.

You learn how to live life without them again. You start to remember who you were before them, and you will accept that you have changed after them. You will see that you are a new person. You will pick up the pieces that were left broken on the floor. You will mend yourself.

You will realise that you’re perfectly fine on your own, and you are happy. You will be whole again. You will realise that you are all you need.

I hope you’re doing okay, love.

[thelovejournals]

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.

Rachel C. Lewis (via thelovejournals)

[jayceekingrey]

Please listen to this. Its amazing and covers everything that’s wrong with our generation today. I love it.❤️❤️

[jayceekingrey]

💕

[jayceekingrey]

It's 2 a.m. and i don't want small talk. I don't want you to tell me something every other girl you've been with knows. I want you to speak of things that'll make your hazel eyes unable to meet my own, for the fear that I'll laugh at the words that escape your lips. So tell me, tell me how you're doing and don't you dare respond with "fine". Tell me everything you've been keeping bottled up for far, far too long. Tell me how you got the scar that runs down the length of your shoulder blade and why if anyone even remotely comes near it you automatically stiffen and flinch away. Tell me why at the mention of your father your eyes flash with anger and at the mention of your mother and sister they soften with unmistakable pity. Tell me why you decided to cover your arm in beautiful, permanent ink if you are terrified of commitment, and tell me why you never take off the pendent that hangs from your neck. Tell me why you picked me a daisy when there was a rose bush right beside you. Tell me how you think the universe was made and why you can't stand rainy days. In other words, tell me everything. I want to know it all.

//

[jayceekingrey]

Darling, do not kiss a boy who has sweet lips, but a devils tongue, who tells you how good your body looks in a little black dress, but who laughs scornfully at your dreams. Do not trust a boy who looks at you straight in the eyes and tells you he wants to fuck you, but the words "i love you" won't escape his lips until they taste like whiskey and the curtains are drawn. Do not fall in love with a boy who refuses to hold your hand in a busy street but has no problem undressing you and telling you he wants you because you know, you just know, that he doesn't want you for the way your eyes light up at the mention of books, or how much you love the golden pinkish hues that come along with a sunset. Trust me, he'll break your heart, just like another boy broke mine.

// n.g.

[jayceekingrey]

I fell in love with you slowly. It was your eyes first that I fell in love with. The way you looked at me, my breath always hitched in the base of my throat. Your brown eyes are always so breathtakingly captivating that I can’t control myself whenever I stare into them. It was your voice next. The way you said my name. Chills would always tremor down my spine. And how in the late nights you sat next to me and mumble something, my love for you grew even more once your voice sounded like music to my ears. Then came your smile. The same smile I cause whenever you’re near me. And whenever you look at me, that same loving smile that makes my heart race inside of my chest. Next was how amazing your skin felt underneath my fingertips. How sometimes I can’t even go a second out of the day where I have to be skin to skin contact with you. Then your lips, god those lips of yours. Soft and wonderfully addictive. I always want to kiss you. And smile afterwards at how amazing it always feels. And then I fell all at once. I’m in love with you. And I’m the luckiest girl in the world to call you mine.

//

[jayceekingrey]

as we got closer and closer, you became a part of me. but, when you left, i was stuck with this empty hole in my chest. and now, i am unsure of exactly who i am because there was always a part of me that only you could understand

// san

[jayceekingrey]

while the sky was making up its mind about night and day. we made the choice to stay outside and wait.
we drove around your hometown with no limits or expectations. through hills and valleys while the moon changed its placement.
i fell in love with you more and more with each story you told me. my hand gently resting on your lap while we drive slowly. 
around and around with zero hesitation. no plan, no second thoughts, and no destination. such a simple night turned into one of my favorites. my love for you is permanent just like your hometown pavement

[jayceekingrey]

🐘🐘 credit - me @jayceekingrey

[jayceekingrey]

too withered to touch ~ photo credit: @jayceekingrey

[jayceekingrey]

somewhere in the middle of the ocean off the back of a cruise ship :p

[jayceekingrey]

a caterpillar in my backyard. :))

[jayceekingrey]

People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason why the world is in chaos is because things are being loved and people are being used.

Shapes Of Silence

[jayceekingrey]

Half Moon Kay, Bahamas. 07/21/16