sundays with you

Death is on the tip of her tongue, and danger is at the tip of her fingers.

[soracities]

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel

[loveisthecolorblu-deactivated20]

“—the way somebody comes back, but only in a dream.”

— Mary Oliver, excerpt of “We Should Be Well Prepared”, in Red Bird (via mirroir)

[so-doggone-funny]

if u think u can handle their morning breath then thats love

[ozeia]

[les-dimanches-avec-toi]

“I want all of my lasts to be with you.”

— Untitled (via natashakills)

[daddycoke-deactivated20140929]

The person who leaves my ass covered in bruises and knows how to make me cum within 2 minutes, but also treats me like a fragile flower and gets a little angry every time someone else tries to touch me is the person I’m going to marry.

[les-dimanches-avec-toi]

“I should find a way To tell you everything By saying nothing.”

— Tuxedomoon, from In A Manner Of Speaking (via violentwavesofemotion)

[les-dimanches-avec-toi]

“Perhaps I liked the idea of you, The version of you I created in my dreams, More than I liked the reality of you, The person who I found standing before me. In theory, you were utterly perfect - And yet in practice, You fell short of my expectations. Perhaps I liked the thought of you: Lending me your jumper on cold winter nights; Holding me close when the tears started to fall; Kissing me until my lips were numb with love. In my head, it all seemed to work - And yet here we are, And nothing has gone quite like we expected. Nothing has gone quite like we expected at all.”

— L.G. (via introv-erted)

[les-dimanches-avec-toi]

“I never asked you to save me- But if you knew all you’d ever do is break me, Why did you fucking touch me?”

— I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again. (via caramelcoatedxxxtacy)

[les-dimanches-avec-toi]

“I have so many things going on right now but the first thing I think about in the morning is you.”

— Unknown   (via thinklikeapinup)

[les-dimanches-avec-toi]

“I will not settle for bits and pieces of you. I want all of you.”

—

(via shanizaaaa)

abuisa93

(via inside-her-mind-and-dreams)

[les-dimanches-avec-toi]

“I needed you like a sunday morning, and wanted you like friday night.”

— csh  (via ladyofanaturalstate)

[les-dimanches-avec-toi]

“If they don’t reply to your texts — they’re not interested in you. If they don’t call you — they’re not interested in you. If they forget your birthday — they’re not interested in you. If they’re hung up on their ex — they’re not interested in you. If they’re obsessed with being single — they’re not interested in you. If they don’t want to meet your friends — they’re not interested in you. If they don’t want you to meet their friends — they’re not interested in you. If they don’t ask questions about your life — they’re not interested in you. If they don’t tell you things about their life — they’re not interested in you. If they only speak to you when they want to have sex with you — they’re not interested in you. If they only have sex with you when they’re drunk — they’re not interested in you. If they say “should we just keep this between us?’ after you have sex with them — they’re not interested in you. If they don’t have sex with you — they’re not interested in you. If they can always find a psychobabble rationale about who “I am” or “you are” or “we are” as reason why you can’t be together — they’re not interested in you. If they have said for more than six months that they would like to be with you “BUT” — they’re not interested in you. And if you still need convincing — think of it this way. Think of what the real day-to-day of life is taken up by. Life is birthday parties at terrible pubs. Life is losing your credit card and the annual Melbourne Cup sweepstake in the office. Life is hen’s nights, bucks’ nights, sitting on the phone for three hours to get U2 tickets and not getting them, the apartment upstairs flooding your house, interval training, calorie counting, cancer scares, illegal mini cabs, Secret Santa, rail replacement buses and Dido albums. Dogs die, cars crash, bin liners break, contracts end, curtain rails collapse, trains get delayed, football teams lose. Divorce happens and so do earthquakes and so does An Audience With Michael Bublé. Landlords put rent up, phones get stolen and the supermarket often completely runs out of hummus. Now, taking all of the above into account — you look me dead in the eye and tell me the truth. Do you really have enough spare energy to pursue someone who isn’t interested in you? Do you really want to waste any more time on top of all of that? No. Me neither. So give it up, my friend. It’s a loser’s game. Delete their number. Don’t go on any more dates with them. Stop lurking their Facebook page. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

—

Dolly Alderton (via gaslightgoodbye)

[les-dimanches-avec-toi]

“Forgive me father for I have sinned, I have loved a woman more desperately than I have loved God. I have looked to a woman more reverently than I have the sky. There, in the sulk of her bottom lip, I find myself talking about a heaven that only exists when she is looking at me, father she has not been forged between the dip of my teeth, she is not my rib, or my left side, she is my entire stomach, she is my spine. I have been searching for prayer, father but I have found that I can only say her name Dear God, let me have her Dear God, let her rest with me Dear God, let the sky turn red from how we burn The plum tree in our back garden has withered because I have not seen the sun for five days. I have been worshipping at the cradle of her hips father, she has cleansed me with those hands and those eyes, I do not know how to turn unless it is towards her, I do not know where to go except in her direction.”

— Azra.T “Take Me to Church” (via 5000letters)

[les-dimanches-avec-toi]

“There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmonid knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens…The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up.”

— Jerry Waxman, professor of astronomy and environmental science at SRJC  (via vogueltalia)

[les-dimanches-avec-toi]

“My friend once told me she liked this guy because of his hands And I found it absurd that anyone would develop feelings over one feature, and not care about the rest It wasn’t until you used your hands to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer, and my insides exploded and my head buzzed with bliss. And the first night you slept over, you fell asleep with your hand laid over my stomach and your fingers felt like a fire that I didn’t mind burning my skin. The first time we got drunk, was the first time you played with my hair, and my god I was hooked, I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop. And in public you’d hold my hand, and rub your thumb in little circles that left me wanting you more, no matter what you would never let me go, I was glued to you, and I honestly didn’t mind When we talked about breaking up, you saw my lips quiver with fear, and you brushed over my lips with your fingers before pulling me into your lap and you kissed me like never before. With your hands on my hips pulling me so close to you, leaving no space in between us. It was then I realized I never wanted you to go Its now that, I finally understand why hands were the only feature that mattered”

— Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

[les-dimanches-avec-toi]

“i can’t promise you very much. the fragile side of love is the only side there is. but i promise I will love you until i stop loving you. and when that happens, i’ll start again”

— Salma.D (via writingwillows)