a person who begins to learn only late in life.

[madwoman14]

i love you. on purpose.

[greysfields]

complicated relationships with your parents are like. you cut up fruit and bring it to my room without me asking. i can't remember the last time you told me that you were proud of me. you told me i wasn't good enough for you but i'm not even good enough for myself. your hugs feel like coming home. i can't tell you anything that happens in my life. i doubt myself every day because of something you said to me when i was eight. would you like to hear about my day? please don't ask me about my day. i miss you even though you're in the next room. i wish we didn't live together. i've never loved or resented anyone as much as i've loved and resented you. are you okay? are we okay? are we ever going to be okay?

[perfectquote]

I can’t promise to solve all your problems but I can promise that you won’t have to face them alone.

Unknown (via perfectquote)

[randomwordgeneratorr]

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

you want to die for love, you always have.

Crush; ‘Planet of Love’ by Richard Siken (via decreation)

[tobevillains]

“I’m sorry about the blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine”

is the rawest fucking line I’ve ever read and it feels like a punch in the gut every time I read it

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

You keep me awake with butterflies roaming around my stomach.

k.b. // i can't sleep because of you

[hirxeth]

You could drown in those eyes, I said,      so It’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

Richard Siken, from Crush (2005)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

What I like best is the unwritten poem. It’s like having a crush on somebody, nothing asked for but imagination— a smile, a few accidental touches: pulling on my tie, leaning down so close I smell the poem’s perfume in her long hair she’s shaking out on our bright silences.

Peter Cooley, from “A Poem I Didn’t Want to Write,” The Antioch Review (vol. 65, no. 4, Fall 2007)

[doriantomybasil]

I want to tell you everything. I like you, I love the way you throw your head back when you laugh, I only learned how to ride a bike when I was 11, I loved the way you danced with me, I get scared of thunderstorms sometimes, I felt my heart jump when you put your hand on my waist, I don’t know who I am sometimes, I miss you.

I want to say nothing. Only to look into your eyes, hold your hand, sit on you lap, lay down next to you, walk with my arm looped into yours, sit next to you on the bus, cup your cheeks in my hand, kiss you, sleep next to you, hug you and never let you go.

I do nothing.

[quotefeeling]

Have you ever just looked at someone while they’re doing something small like driving or laughing and just smile bc u like them so much.

Unknown (via quotefeeling)

[lonelywithadropofwine]

every once in a while i still catch myself wondering what it’d be like to be with you

[thoughtkick]

My entire life can be described in one sentence: It didn’t go as planned, and that’s okay.

Rachel Wolchin (via thoughtkick)

[hel7l7]

[itnerlude]

talk about the people you’ve lost. talk about the people who are no longer with us. if a classmate passes away, tell stories about them with your friends. if a family member is gone, remember them together. talk about them. keep them alive. don’t let them be forgotten, don’t let it seem like they were never here. talk about them.

[late-nights-and-daydreams]

It’s not fair how quickly you left It’s not fair we never got to say goodbye So much of this is not fair But I’m trying here

(via late-nights-and-daydreams)

[heteroglossia]

We find a place for what we lose. Although we know that after such loss the acute stage of mourning will subside, we also know that we shall remain inconsolable and will never find a substitute. No matter what may fill the gap, even if it be filled completely, it nevertheless remains something else.

Sigmund Freud, Civilization and its Discontents (via heteroglossia)