“I love you— I do— but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.”—David Levithan, Every Day (via lindsaylately)
The friends you will call extensions
of yourself the day you graduate high
school may not be the first people
you call when you get engaged.
Not all kisses will be good ones.
Some will be wet and miss your
mouth by so much, you’ll start to
wonder if they’re looking for
something beyond you, something
your skin will never add up to.
The first time you go home with
a stranger, tell them they are
beautiful and spend the night
begging them to show you
more of their heart in between
your crescendos and releases.
When you leave in the morning
without saying goodbye, hope
they understand that it was
for their own good.
The people you love can be
untouchable and hard and mean
when they have been hurt, but
do not let that stop you from
breaking down their bathroom
doors and holding them together.
You will find that people often
insist that they are whole far
more when they are falling apart
inside of your arms.
It took me so long to learn that other
people are not limbs. You can hurt
for them when they break, but your
pain will not be one in the same with
their experience. Do not tell her you
“know how she feels”, tell her you
will be here when she needs to
Pain can be so great, but the
sky is always the most beautiful
after nasty storms, bent on
knocking down trees and keeping
homes in the dark.
Buy an umbrella.
Don’t let anyone tell you
that you do not already
have everything you will
”—for the little girl in the supermarket picking out lipstick, Emma Bleker (via 33113)
“I need you on good days. I need you on bad days. I need you on happy days. I need you on sad days. I need you on stressed days. I need you on relaxed days.”—I need you every single day. (via hereshestands)
You know exactly what you’re doing. Fuck you. I hope you’re happy with her. I hope you’re happy with everyone. I hope you’re happy there. Hell, if I couldn’t make you happy, then at least whatever follows me could.
“I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.”—
“If there’s a thing I’ve learned in my life it’s to not be afraid of the responsibility that comes with caring for other people. What we do for love: those things endure. Even if the people you do them for don’t.”—Cassandra Clare (via kushandwizdom)
“You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love.”—What my relationships have taught me. (via lozzat)
“For a kiss to be really good you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can’t get out of your head so that when your lips finally touch, you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep that you never want to come up for air.”—Alex, Grey’s Anatomy (via morelovexlesshate)
“I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…”—(via deliriousmistakesmisunderstood)