From Time To Time, It Seems Like It Could All Be Okay Again. It Seems Like I Could Run Into His Arms

It’s a miracle we ever met by Hallie Bateman

Your first love ending is the feeling of the car door slamming on your fingers, and as it drives away with your half-ended tendons, you can’t help but think about how beautifully the light reflects off the hood. Your first love leaving is the sound the paintbrush makes as it cracks into two pieces right before the brushstroke that makes an artwork into a masterpiece. Your first love hurting you is the rush of the water down the bathtub drain, sinking sinking sinking like a pile of stones in the pit of your stomach, before disappearing forever simply because you no longer think about it. Your final love is the feeling of a symphony orchestra playing your heartstrings like a harpsichord to the tune of the song that never fails to turn your lover’s lips upwards like a sunset that happened to flip itself on its back to reveal its pink belly to the world. Your final love is the sound of the robins singing their good mornings outside the bedroom window as you open your eyes against their neck at the crack of dawn, before pulling them closer and slipping back under. Your final love leaving is with a note that says “see you tonight for dinner, I love you, be safe” and you tuck it in your breast pocket because that’s the closest you can touch it to your heart and you start heating up the oven because you are so excited to kiss their cheeks that night.

1:28 AM: THE FUTURE (k.p.k)

Girls that love gay guys but are disgusted by lesbians.

I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.

Jenna, Waitress (via hplyrikz)

Clear your mind here

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Yipes! 

we believe that love, no matter what, will save us. i don’t know if that’s beautiful, or foolish.

painonpaper (via wnq-writers)

So this is the end. Or this is the beginning. If I cut my hair off and buy new lipstick, it almost doesn’t feel like starting over.

Trista Mateer (via halfgirlhalfasleep)

He picked me once, and he might not pick me still. But he picked me once, and that'll have to be enough for this lifetime, right?

Even though it isn't

you have stardust running through your veins. you are a child of the cosmos, blessed with the power to turn tides with a click of your fingers. there is so much magic locked inside your bones, if only you knew how to use it. so please do not give up. there is stardust running through your veins; you are a child of the cosmos, you are special.

stardust, MTR (via thedelicatewords)