I'm sorry all the kisses I scrawled on your neck were written in disappearing ink. Sometimes I thought of you ( Read more... )

Late at night, when I am alone in this bed, I know you reside in my mind & heart, as if you had been there my whole life. You are nothing short of amazing, & this is what I constantly remind you of. You are nothing short of incredible. When reassurance is a battle, & comfort is something that must be held close to the heart - you are the blanket ( Read more... )

in an effort to get people to look into each other's eyes more, the government has decided to allow each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day ( Read more... )

I will believe every word you have to say to me until I have a reason not to. You're the closest to home that my heart has felt since he left. Sometimes I believe these things really did happen for a reason, I lost my first love so that I can find my last. I'm weary and maybe it's the fact that speaking to you is so minimal. I can't help but feel ( Read more... )

if she spins fast enough then maybe the broken pieces of her heart will stay together, but some things ive seen lately make me doubt it.

it's been three years since my heart has felt like this. i need my summer of throwing beats and feeling infinite back. i think thats my only cure.

keep dancing like that and your hips will break way, he says. i pour whatever's left of the bottle onto his clothes. i am like angry girlfriend on war path except i am not angry and i am not like other girls. i do not need to know the feeling of arms around my waist. i do not need to learn the smell of my love and to wish for it as i sleep. i am in ( Read more... )

god takes life, he's an indian giver.

I hold a mug of dark roast between my hands; cupping ceramic, looking down at the cream clouds shifting and rippling across the night-coffee sky. The street outside gets darker as we sit, the number one bus passes twice. Somewhere in another world, shades of night and day and vinyl floors and memories from my childhood are being replaced by Red ( Read more... )

Inconsistancy is my mood for tonight. My heart is beating so hard & fast in my chest that it is making my hands shake. I just stopped typing for thirty seconds to cry, I am genuinely crazy sometimes.

When I was a little girl my Mom told me I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why. I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees rolling on the sidewalk, or ants crossing the road. The way a leaf cast a shadow on a tree trunk; little things. I think it's the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to ( Read more... )