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good morning kiss (rough) (2.22.16)

I watched him sleep.

His eyes under his lids flickering so rapidly back and forth, as if searching for something.

I listened to his breathing, like waves crashing onto the shore,

I watched his chest move so evenly, up and down, mimicking the rock of the tide.

I slowly run my hands through his hair; so polished and pure, like that of a raven’s feathers. I felt the individual hairs tickle my skin and wake up my senses.

Moving gently from his head, down his cheek, I ran over the tiny bumps and crevices of his face.

As I lay on my side, his face to my face, my face to his face,

I realized for the infinitely amount of times, that I loved him more than I could have ever known.

Pressing my cheek on to his, I put my breath close to his ear and whispered,

“Good morning.”

latenightcornerstore

I didn’t love him. I barely liked him. But he was heat at the peak of summer, and he kissed like I was his last meal– And I was looking for a body to drown in. Back then, I had a candy-coated heart, like flowers tucked in the pages of a hymnal, and he had the thick, calloused hands of a working man. He talked like a friend, but touched like an animal and my bubblegum chest wanted that in ways it couldn’t understand yet. He asked what colors I kissed in and the poet in me cracked open and spilled over– Exposed like an open wound, like all the soft, pink parts of me I didn’t know about. He was a means to an end: my Machiavellian loss of innocence. I don’t regret him, but sometimes I wish I did.

First, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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anniepoohbear

snow (11.12.15)

The moment I first saw you was like when that first snowflake fell.

Unexpectedly, time stood frozen

but snow kept on falling.

As the fresh crystals of ice touched the floor

I reached down and made something new.

It was an unnatural feeling to sense nostalgia again

and not remember what it was like.

As the snow melted like little pools onto my tender skin

I became revived.

Absorbing snow as a plant soaks in nutrients

it felt clean.

Putting my hands together,

snowflakes became snow, snow became snowballs.

Everything

with every word, with every tear, with every “I love you” whispered

Snow built upon more snow, and you and I became this structure that held itself up on it’s own.

Like stacking bricks on bricks, you became my home.

When I exhaled the cold air, I felt your love keep me warm.

-A.N.

twelveoddmonths

What a strange moment it’s been.

updates: a continuation

But I think out of all those things, the part of my I really wanted to talk about is that college changed me and my life significantly in this short amount of time.

In the first two days, my sister chose to stop talking to me because she wanted to bond with her friends, (understandable but) after a while she became somewhat hostile. I feel further than her than ever before even though she’s literally a 5 min walk away. When I was talking about all the guy friends I’ve made, she didn’t seem to care. When I talked to her about how happy I was to find someone who actually liked me so soon, she just said “Ok”, “Whatever”, “It’s fine.” When I would ask her about her life in college so far, she would always tell me I’m bothering her or she doesn’t want to hang out with me, just her new friends.

And so I understand she doesn’t want to talk, but there are other ways to go about asking someone for some space right?

I just figured she’s been stressed, but why can’t she tell me why she doesn’t want to see me? Why can’t she tell me why she’s being so hostile? Why can’t she understand that I love her more than the world itself?

I try to show her I love her by giving her candy as a way to tell her “good job” on studying so hard. I text her, concerned, when she posts things on social media that refer to her feelings. But why can’t she treat me with the same concern or worry? Is she just disgusted with me or she can’t accept the fact that I’ve changed too?

I’ve been so bottled up inside, that actually writing this all out has brought me to tears. Good thing I’m in public so I won’t cry openly.

#personal #college #beginning college #anixiety #making friends

(18+)

Today is 50 years.

omg the fear she must have felt

hereinlove

this makes me so sad

uncloudly

wow

haileunlikely

A picture says 1000 words

crybabyofficial

she wore the bloodstained chanel suit she was wearing when it happened for days after cause she waned people to see what they had done to her husband (x)

rlyhigh

that’s crazy^

ragandboner

They are literally keeping it in a vault and not letting anyone see it until it’s not going to cause riots

reidsbitch

Lets talk about this

Jackie Kennedy was a wife that knew her husband was cheating on her. Not just with one woman either; there were quite a few.

Jackie Kennedy decided to stay by her husband because she loved him entirely and wanted to fix things, even if things weren’t fixable.

Jackie Kennedy was sitting right next to her husband when he got shot in the head and immediately put her hand up to his head to maybe stop the bleeding.

Jackie Kennedy held her husbands brains in her hand and then reached back for help.

Jackie Kennedy wore that blood stained suit because she was broken and traumatized.

Jackie Kennedy stood outside the little operating room while everyone tried everything to save her husband, while she sat in a blood stained suit; not just any blood, it was blood of the man she chose to stick by even though their marriage had completely fallen apart.

She sat in the fucking waiting room knowing that there was nothing that could be done, because she had her husbands brains in her hands in the car that was supposed to be safe for both of them.

Jackie Kennedy is a fucking goddess and she endured more with JFK than any woman ever should and I adore her and no one will ever convince me otherwise.

rosesthatwither

This always messes me up every single time. I feel so much for Jackie and I absolutely adore John F. Kennedy and what he did to serve our country despite all his struggles. Sure he may have not been the best husband or president but no one's perfect and I still love him and Jackie for what they've done to help our country grow.

#john f. Kennedy #Jackie Kennedy #rant #love

lovelyxja

“I saw this elderly gentleman dining by himself, with an old picture of a lady in front of him. I though maybe I could brighten his day by talking to him. As I had assumed, she was his wife. But I didn’t expect such an interesting story. They met when they were both 17. They dated briefly, then lost contact when he went to war and her family moved. But he said he thought about her the entire war. After his return, he decided to look for her. He searched for her for 10 years and never dated anyone. People told him he was crazy, to which he replied “I am. Crazy in love”. On a trip to California, he went to a barber shop. He told the barber how he had been searching for a girl for ten years. The barber went to his phone and called his daughter in. It was her! She had also been searching for him and never dated either. He proposed immediately and they were married for 55 years before her death 5 years ago. He still celebrates her birthday and their anniversary. He takes her picture with him everywhere and kisses her goodnight. Some inspiring things he said; “I was a very rich man. Not with money, but with love” “I never had a single argument with my wife, but we had lots of debates” “People are like candles. At any moment a breeze can blow it out, so enjoy the light while you have it.” “Tell your wife that you love her everyday. And be sure to ask her, have I told you that I love you lately?” Be sure to talk to the elderly. Especially strangers. You may think that you will brighten their day, but you may be surprised that they can actually brighten yours.”