Can We Still Talk About Twilight On Here

maybe all loves take a lifetime to get over.

excerpt from a book I'll never write

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

(via hplyrikz)

i look at you and i don’t want to admit that what we were has died somewhere, in between missed messages and long pauses and brief kisses. i want to go back to where we were happy and honeymooning, our fingers always so in awe of each other’s bodies, our mouths hungry, endlessly searching for ways to make the other person happy. i hate knowing it all adds up to nothing. that we can be in love but in the end we’re two people who are walking towards different highways. i tell you i think we’re crumbling but we both avert our eyes. it’s not polite to stare at tragedy. i kiss you and keep a countdown and know you’re here but you’re already leaving.

What does it really matter who said "I love you," first if I am the last to hang on?

Excerpt from a book I haven’t written yet

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)

Casual rubbing and caressing while cuddling/napping is so good. Like yes I know I’m about to pass out while laying on your chest but feel free to grab my butt.

I don’t need to go to college I can learn anything I want through youtube tutorials 

for far more than i knew poetry was nothing more than a home i created as the only way to still be close to you

k.m (via fluohrine)

the best interview i’ve read was when someone asked michael cera what he’s most recognised for and he said “the social network. which i was not in"