I’m going to hold you in my arms I’m going to treat you like you’re holy and I’m going to keep on loving you even after the sun stops rising
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I’m going to hold you in my arms I’m going to treat you like you’re holy and I’m going to keep on loving you even after the sun stops rising
Push Come To Shove By Abby S (via fireandsteelofangels)
I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman. (via wordsnquotes)
Q: how does he love you? A: with boldness Q: and how does he look at you? A: with grief
Salma Deera, Joan of Arc in Interview (via bleubeard)
my mother is in the church getting the sadness prayed out of her & i am jesus judah hallelujah amen. we are a one-act play of exorcism, we tear ourselves apart to find wholeness. i say i think i deserve a miracle god says i’m sorry.
UN-DIVINE || s.o. (via allthesinkingships)
“Never lost” by Alan Skones
Do you know how I know I love you?“ “How?” “I was thinking about it and I could run away with you. I could run away with you and never look back.”
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it–how many stars she’d give it and why.
Rainbow Rowell, Attachments (via thelovejournals) @onehopthistime (via elysianisms) @kaboomholt (via ofhiiding)
This Southern Weather
we’re in love during the war. does it make each moment more precious, or does it make each moment more difficult?
the war will turn us to monsters (i no longer recognize you) [j.m] (via mythpoetrynet)
kaiminjae:
It didn’t take longer than a second for Min Jae to think up a dare for Jonah. One look at the excited grin on the other’s lips and he almost felt PITY that it was likely to fade away soon. “Jonah,” he began dramatically, “I dare you to striptease for a full three minutes.”
Jonah looked down at his attire: just bright blue swim shorts and a Rolling Stones t-shirt “All the way?” He thought it over for a moment and laughed. “I never went this far at Aqua.” Quickly scanning their surroundings, he grinned and reached for the bottom hem of his t-shirt. “Start a timer. Something tells me this isn’t a nude beach.”
first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily. second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind. third. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly. fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down. fifth. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part. ( sixth. he loves you, too. )
five things you know and the one thing you don’t. 19/09/14 (via eposetties)
I’ve been in love with you for so long,“ he says. “How long?” “So long. I can’t remember what not loving you feels like. I can’t even imagine it.”
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
I take my father’s nose and shove it in a box. My mother’s mouth lays claim to the vowels Of my making. I learned to tend and till and dig and there is something like a hole where a good family should be but instead I have the good people who do the best they can with what they have.
Aricka Foreman, “Field Study #1,” published in The Shade Journal (via bostonpoetryslam)