"you are battered and bruised in the collisions between reminiscence and reality.
god loves you when you're dancing."

I’m sad most of the time and I cry too much and my chest is probably black by now but if I could crack my bones in half and pour out any bit of happiness I had left, I’d put it into a syringe and inject it straight to your heart. I hope you smile the second it mixes with your blood.

You called me in the middle of the night and you were crying and slurring your words and you told me you were broken. I want to fill every crack in your body with all the love I have for you but I think I would drown you in it.

The other night you pulled up my sleeve and I swear I saw the sadness radiating from my scars burning your eyes. I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll erase them, even if it means tearing the skin off my bones. I hope you stop crying yourself to sleep.

I know you like art. I’ll paint the walls of my apartment so that you’ll shake less when you stay over. My landlord will get pissed and he might kick me out, but it’s okay, I want to live inside you anyway.

When that one song that always makes you happy gets boring, I’ll write you a new one. I’ll let you play it as loud as you want, even if it keeps me up at night. I hope it gets stuck in your head and stops your bones from aching.

If you want me, I’m yours, all of me, every part of me. Or just the parts you want, I know you don’t like the way I bite my nails or steal your cigarettes. If you don’t want me, I’ll leave, I hope the next girl who loves you plants flowers inside of you.”

My mother told me that love is messy. I know how you hate messes. I promise I’ll keep your heart clean, even when I want to rip it out of your chest and and dump all the pieces out onto my bedroom floor so i can put them back together the right way.

—  I’d do anything to make you happy (via extrasad)

(via janetlly)

One Thing

dearoldlove:

I loved you. That is one thing that will always be true. Even if everything else wasn’t. 

he’s going to fuck you up and you’re going to let him

— most sober thing a drunk person could ever say to you (via 6bitch6craft6)

(Source: w-r-i-st-s, via lilac-lungs)

(Source: likeafieldmouse)

Forget everything you ever knew about her. Then learn her again like the day you first met.

the oscar nominated film: her [x

(Source: tacoposey, via thelonesomefoghorn)

I drank for some time, three or four days.
I couldn’t get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting
in front of a man behind a desk and telling him that I wanted a job, that I was qualified for a job, was too much for me.
Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed.
So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.

— Charles Bukowski - (Book: Factotum)

(Source: quoththeculture, via thelonesomefoghorn)

Transgressions. →

docedace:

She’s a joyful, jubilant, glowing 27-year old, and she tells me that just 12 weeks ago she received the best news of her life.

“You are pregnant! You are going to be a mother!”

I wasn’t there, but I close my eyes to imagine the excitement. I imagine the physician coming back…

What would your reality show be called?

(Source: jess-miller, via covarrubius)

(Source: humorosamente, via covarrubius)

silohouettes:

I hate when a person says they’ve had a bad day and everyone, instead of trying to cheer them up, enters a competition of who’s had the shittest life

(via coffeekaling)

modifiedmummytobe:

Instead of me having to explain why I don’t like rape jokes, how about you explain why you find them funny.

(Source: mama-to-chunk, via paisleymthrfckr)

When was the last time someone ran their fingers through the knots of your soul?