[bl-letters-i-never-sent-deactiv]

“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”

—

[https-loverboy-com-deactivated2]

because you're an angel sent from heaven above,

i can't explain

the way i feel when i'm around you

'cause you're an angel sent from

heaven above,

and you're just so beautiful, and sweet

i could never not feel

the way that i do and i know that i shouldn't

but there's really nothing i can do

cause when you look at me with those eyes

i feel on top of the world,

the luckiest person in the universe

it's like the world stops spinning in that moment,

and it's just the way you always take my breath away

and i can't help but wonder

what you're thinking, what you're feeling like

when you're with me?

and i don't care if you don't love me,

the way that i do

'cause all i need

is to be the reason you smile

to be the reason you feel like

you're the most precious thing in the whole wide world

cause you really are

and i mean it when i say that i love you

and that i could never get over you,

i would do whatever you say, whatever you want me to.

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here are some of my other poems,

[oozins]

december 

[sbeans112]

“Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.”

— Unknown (via memereve)

[sbeans112]

“you’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. and you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. you’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.”

— richard siken, you are jeff  (via homodemonic)

[perrfectly]

“Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts,rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.”

— Liam Neeson - (hatin)

[500lettersforyou]

“Why did you leave her?” She asked as he twirled his finger around her hair. “What?” He replied, “You know, your first love. Why did you leave it?” His fingers slowly stopped twirling around the lose curl and he paused. “I don’t know, I just kind of.. Left. You see, we lived in different cities and I don’t know if you’re aware but being in love with someone who lives so far away from you is hard, really hard. I thought we could do it, I thought I could do it. I thought I could be apart from her and still be with her. I thought we could cram 14 days worth of touches and looks and kisses and laughter and whispers in the dark into the space of every other weekend. I thought I could do phone calls and falling asleep at the night to the sound of her breath on the other end of the phone. I really thought I could. But the truth is I couldn’t, I had to go and I didn’t let her fight for me and I didn’t reply to her messages and I didn’t pick up her drunken phone calls and I didn’t tell her I still loved her, because I did, lord knows how much but that wasn’t the point - the point was that sometimes distance wins and we couldn’t be together, so I left.”

Maybe in another lifetime // Excerpt of a book I’ll never write (via 500lettersforyou)

[pro-mov-ere]

Hey, it’s me. You probably don’t want to hear from me, but this is the last time. Promise. Just hear me out, okay? You and me, one last time down memory lane. I’m sorry how everything turned out, how we can’t even keep a text conversation past ‘how are you’ and ‘good.’ How everything seems to be tainted by some ulterior motive, and everything feels like heartbreak. But I don’t regret any of the time spent with you, and I hope you don’t regret any of the talks we had until 3AM or our friendship. I hope you know that even though we can’t look at each other, I’m still here for you. If you call, I’ll be on the other end of the phone. Always. I care deeply about you, which is why this is the last time I’m calling.

voicemail #1 // c.h. (via pro-mov-ere)

[theanimalmemes]

I’m just trying to be a successful, lulu wearing, cookie making mom of some lil athletes with a lake house, a hot husband, and a dog or 20

@sexual-texts (via sexual-texts)

[loveysuggestions]

if it’s not with you, then what’s the point?

(the worst thing to hold on, is hope)

[wreck]

[wreck]

[serious]

Everything heals. Your body heals. Your heart heals. The mind heals. Wounds heal. Your soul repairs itself. Your happiness is always going to come back. Bad times don’t last.

Christiana Rutkowski

gentle reminder

(via nitrogen)

[wreck]

[thedeeepquotes]

[thedeeepquotes]

[sleepin]