[pessimisticandrealistic]

“please, for just once in your life go for the guy who makes you happy and not the one who is a challenge. go for the one who is cute and sweet, and not for the one who thinks that ignoring you will make things more interesting. go for the one who will treat you like a queen, and not the one who thinks that you’re just like every other girl. go for the one who is ready to choose you forever, not the one who can’t choose between you and several others. go for the one who will make you see your worth and not the one who will make you question it.”

— e.s. // go for ‘that’ guy. please.

[books-n-quotes]

“Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.”

— Nikita Gill, Almost Feelings

[fawnbabe-deactivated20190422]

when I say I wanna have sex I don’t mean I wanna get fucked and cum I mean I wanna makeout with someone for half an hour on my couch with grabby hands all over my body and our teeth clashing because we get so into it that we can’t stop kissing, I mean slow desperate, needy grinding on each other before we take it to the bed, bumping our heads, giggling as we take our clothes off, trying to adjust and get into the right position, I mean having someone on top of me and looking up at them to see that blissful little grin on their face before they scrunch it up a lil and moan because it feels sooooo good and I mean making each other cum so good we end up all out of breath, a sweaty, happy mess, fingers still intertwined, my legs still around their waist, making out again, that’s what I want and it would be kinda cool if I could have it now

[writingllama-deactivated2020012]

“Have you ever met a person who at first glance you weren’t attracted to, but then they talk and with every word, every smile, every laugh, they become more beautiful, until you can’t believe there was ever a moment you thought they weren’t?”

— First Glance / Unrequited Love

[s-unberry]

“And I think the thing that terrifies me most is that one day, you’ll be the story I’ll tell my daughter, when she’s curled up in bed, wrapped in blankets and heartbreak, when she hasn’t eaten anything in days but the voicemails he left her, when she hasn’t been able to sleep because the goodbye that broke her shatters her bones all over again every time she closes her fucking eyes. And I’ll climb into bed with her and she’ll lay her head on my lap and I’ll try to brush him out of her hair and her tears will soak through my shirt and I’ll tell her about the boy I met when I was sixteen, who sat next to me in math class, who I fell in love with after two weeks, who saved me, who fucking destroyed me. And I’ll tell her about how it hurt. It hurt so badly it almost killed me. It hurt so badly my mother stopped going to work so she could stay home and make sure I didn’t take too many pills. And then I’ll tell her about how it got better. How it stopped hurting. How I stopped bleeding. My mother went back to work. I got out of bed. But I won’t tell her that sometimes I still have dreams about you and can hardly breathe the next day or about the pictures of you I have hidden in the attic.”

— (via extrasad)

[thereisonlyonewayout]

[teachagainstfascism]

i just have this persistent feeling of “i’m not doing enough” combined with “i don’t have the energy to do anything” and it just really fucking sucks

[phaxes]

via weheartit

[dimedog]

“I wish I had the time to do that.”

- me, a person who definitely has the time to do that but also has terrible time management skills and most likely to just spend 4 hours getting absolutely nothing accomplished instead of the hundred other things I could and should be doing

[books-n-quotes]

“She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.”

— Stephen King, The Shining

[blowwitup]

[thereisonlyonewayout]

the sink in the kitchen won't stop dripping. when i sit on the living room couch i can hear it over the hum of the television and i think i've told you to fix it four times. every time you smile and tell me you will tomorrow. that's what you've always said. "i'll mop the floor-- tomorrow. i'll mow the yard-- tomorrow. i'll stop you from crying-- tomorrow." i'm beginning to think that you are just an endless closet of throw-away promises and old shoes that you used to wear when you liked to chase me. once you caught me, you took them off and never put them back on because you knew you'd never need to. they sit in the closet next to a pile of "tomorrow"'s and i don't let you see me cry anymore. you've long since forgotten how to make me stop.

the sink in the kitchen keeps dripping and it keeps me up at night. i once believed that our house was too small for the size of us but i can feel the cold seeping in from the corners because this house is empty. it has cobwebs inside the cupboards and dust bunnies under the bed; they keep our secrets company. i never told you how afraid i was to lose you— i tried and you shook your head and said "tomorrow." tomorrow. tomorrow.

maybe tomorrow will be better, i tell myself, maybe tomorrow you will clean the gutters, maybe tomorrow you will fix the sink, maybe tomorrow you will love me again; i've been told that you begin to develop the habits of the ones you love and i've started adding my "tomorrow'"s to the pile in the closet. they've covered your old shoes and you've forgotten what it was like to love me, and the sink in the kitchen won't stop dripping but it still works. you still come home every day, you barely talk to me, but you still come home.

i look at you, and i think about tomorrow. tomorrow. tomorrow. maybe tomorrow you won't come home. maybe i hope, deep down, that tomorrow, you won't. maybe eventually, these will be "tomorrow"'s that i won't add to the pile in the closet. there are pictures of us hung above the fireplace, and the mantle is covered with dust. the sink in the kitchen still drips, but i say "i love you" anyway. i hope you'll love me too, tomorrow.

-c.h.

(tomorrow; the boys i’ve loved and the end of the world)

[lyricobsessed]

Applause // Tiny Moving Parts

[rip-myselfesteem]

[angstyindie-blog]

[prettynessisthekeytohappiness]

“What do you do, when the person you want…doesn’t want you? When the person you think of every time you hear a love song - doesn’t even care to text back? What do you do when you’re sitting on your bedroom floor curled up in a ball wondering why you weren’t enough for the one person in the world you can’t live without? How do you walk this earth when every warm day feels like their embrace? When every smile belongs to thoughts of them? When they own every part of you so tell me - what the fuck do you do when you never even cross their mind?”

- how do you keep breathing (@prettynessisthekeytohappiness) /// a.d.

[shmwrites]

“you told me you loved me but i think you got your words confused because if you loved me i would not be up at two am crying about you again you are slowly destroying me we both know it and i do not know what is worse the fact that you know what you are doing to me or that i am letting you”

— i thought it was love, i thought it was love