Okay, I want to marry this girl.
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Okay, I want to marry this girl.
cute date idea: we go on a road trip together to meet your family for the holidays. the roads are snowy and cold, but we have coffees and each others company to keep us warm. once we're finally driving through your hometown, you keep pointing out places nearly every street, telling stories of who you were before i knew you. i wish i could have been there to see you grow. im glad you'll be here for all the holidays to come
I watch her sleep and for the first time, in a long time, my heart is at peace.
I’m literally on cloud fucking 9 after yesterday’s kiss. Holy shit.
I masturbated 4 times today. Is it wrong that I can’t stop thinking about fucking you? I mean, Jesus, 4 times in one day? In my head, I have your body down to a science. I know how to make you beg and I know where to put my hands. We touch each other like piano keys and it is beautiful, the way we sing. Maybe there are some things you just shouldn’t say out loud. Maybe that way you never have to apologize for them. It’s Wednesday and I am out of my mind. I am counting the tiles on the kitchen floor just for some peace. 1, 2, 3, we don’t even make it to the bed, 4, 5, 6, I bite your neck and draw blood, 7, 8. My mom asks me what I am thinking about and I want to throw up. I keep counting. Want is an ache that won’t leave me be, even when I sleep. On Thanksgiving, I am going to lick the cranberry sauce off of my fingers and wish it was you.
Want | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)
I met someone last Tuesday.
And I haven’t stopped thinking of her since.
If someone makes you feel, let them.
Reyna Biddy (via qvotable)
On a night like all the other nights, she leans in, mouth stained red with wine, and whispers “You know it’s always been you, right?” Then she wants to kiss. Then she wants to talk about love like it isn’t a promise to you, and you let her, because you’re lonely and you’ve only ever been hungry for this. On a night like all the other nights, she goes home with him, instead. She messes up his sheets and wakes up tangled in him like ivy growing up the side of a house, and it isn’t you. You realize it’s never going to be you. Remember what she sounds like when she tells you she loves you, when she wipes her nose with shaking hands and says you’re the only woman, the only soft she ever wants to sink her hands into. Find the lie and hold it between your teeth like a grenade pin. Go home alone and pick the shrapnel out of your chest. How can you do it? How can you love her when she takes it all out of you and keeps it? Oh, but you do, on the nights like all the other nights, on the mornings when she wakes up and kisses him honest. You will always be waiting for her, like a train that never comes, a phone that never rings, a hand that never holds, and nothing will ever feel more extraordinary.
Caitlyn Siehl, Waiting (via alonesomes)
I had a dream I reached for your hand, and you let me go.
“How’s my ex-wife?” I hear the rumble of her laughter as she says, “Who?”. She already knows I’m asking of you. She tells me how you’re doing and how you never look happy at work. I get lost in my thoughts for a moment. I think of your sea blue greens. The way I made you smile. I feel an ache that still reaches my chest. I wonder if you know I’m coming back to Reno this weekend. I wonder if I still cross your mind.
“I can’t tell you about what’s going on in my life anymore, so I run away to my dreams and find you there instead. Last night I told you I was doing great. I lied,”
9:43 - I run away to my dreams to see you now (moondustanddreams)
“Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.” - Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild
I felt her absence. It was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. You wouldn’t need to run to the mirror to know they were gone.
James Dashner, The Maze Runner (via the-book-diaries)
I’m still learning to live with your absence, and that’s okay. It’s okay to miss you. It’s okay to go through the motions of wanting and yearning. But some days are so heavy. Like right now, in this moment. I’m thinking of the heat of your hand intertwined in mine. The jump of your skin beneath my lips. How does every dream feel so fucking real.