“ One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
“ Was it hard?’ I ask. ‘Letting go?’
‘Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn’t real.

sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day

sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)

sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes I hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it

sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be

one.
We know each other inside
out; hair and skin and brains
and souls and we’ve held each
others secrets and hands. We
read silences as easy as words.

two.
I’ve told you to fuck off more
than I’ve told you I love you,
but we both know they mean
the same thing.

three.
You are the one that stays.

four.
I’ve stayed for you too.

five.
We save and have been saved;
we both have scars that only
healed because we’ve had each
others hands to hold the skin
together.

six.
It’s not always easy. I’m kind of
shitty and sometimes you are
too, but we keep making it. We
keep choosing forgiveness.

seven.
We are chosen family, platonic
soul mates, support systems,
adventurers and mind readers
and I’m so lucky to have a
partner like you.

I like looking into your eyes, but that means your looking into mine too and that scares me. 

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Things I am currently craving

- hot sex
- a warm shower
- milkshake
- cozy blankets
- warm, loving cuddles
- kisses 
- nuggets

on point

(via illuminotus)

“ The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four people is suffering from a mental illness. Look at your 3 best friends. If they’re ok, then it’s you.
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travel-as-a-happy-hippie:

i don’t want fancy dinners, expensive gifts and perfect dates

i want crappy coffee, picked flowers and adventures

(via be--blissful)

“ Don’t let people treat you like a cigarette, they only use you when they’re bored and step on you when they’re done. Be like drugs, let them die for you.