Latest Posts by stardustt-child - Page 2
I wanna make that boy fall in love with his smile
can we still talk about twilight on here
in a language that doesn’t have the word ‘love’ I say
“I still have the receipt from the film we watched on
our first date” I say “I bought four red sweaters after
you told me it was your favorite color” I say “it’s been
exactly two hundred and twelve days since our last kiss”
I say “last week, in a hotel room, the complementary
pantene shampoo was the type that you use” I say “I walked
around smelling like you and nobody else cried over it”
I say “yes, I’m still crying over it” I say “the other day
somebody’s ringtone went off in class and it was the same
noise you set for your alarm and it took me a minute
to figure out where I knew it from” I say “I’m terrified
of someday not knowing where I knew it from” I say
“every poem I write nowadays is about the same thing”
I say “I’d almost give up writing altogether if it meant
we could try again” I say “please” I say “please” I say
“please.”
another untitled poem where I’m exceptionally loud about how much I love people // WRITTEN BY CAITLIN CONLON
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.
anyone ever: It's getting hot in here.
my brain: ......so take off all your clothes ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)
me: wtf why??? still? what year is it??????
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"
“Dear God, do old scars ever stop hurting?”
— Stephen King, The Shining
I’d cross oceans for u xo
speaking as someone who has literally crossed oceans for people, don’t
Ask any woman & she’ll tell you why Eve bit / into that apple. Why she chose the universe instead / of you.
Topaz Winters, from “Witch in Red,” published in heather press (via girlwoes)
need someone to fuck me hard
the artist’s guide to falling in love;
I. Find someone who makes your heart flutter, in a small, innocent way. Maybe it’s their cheekbones or their laugh or their music taste. Romanticise it in every way possible.
II.Fall way harder than you ever intended to. Write poetry about them and listen to songs that make you ache to remind yourself of them and pine after them in the most pathetic way possible. Reason with yourself that this is pain is good for your creativity.
III.Tell them, out loud or otherwise, but let the words slip out your lips, waterfalls, and tidal waves of destruction out of your mouth. If they don’t feel the same, go home and write poetry about rejection and revenge. Press backspace on it all and let numbness take over. If they feel the same, fall harder, the way angels do when they fall from heaven.
IV. Romanticise everything. The two freckles on their right eyebrow and their hands and fingers and the way they breathe. The way they take their coffee and the fact that they really want to spend time with you. Make yourself ache in the best way possible and occupy your mind with their smell, their favourite films, and every conversation you’ve ever had with them.
V. Watch it fall apart without really realising that it’s happening. Let yourself yell and scream and try to keep it together and remember how much you love the freckles on their eyebrow but forget that they like their coffee without milk or sugar and forget to understand. When they leave, remember they have black coffee and that you’re not enough, you’re not enough for tropical thunderstorms and summer breezes. Begin to write more poetry about heartbreak and wish you could make it stop. Dream of hurricanes and lightning.
VI. Make to do lists and begin to feel okay in the wake of their absence. Drink tea and practise self-care, see the friends you neglected, and remember that the next time you fall in love, you will understand; remember how they take their coffee and their tea, and remember to love both the freckles and the scars, inside and out. Remember to love who they are, and not just their aesthetics. Don’t just love the thunderstorm, love all of the weather that they bring.
soon you will be living in a great city, with friends that support you and understand you, learning and experiencing new things every day. you’re conversational in multiple languages and pursuing a field you love. maybe things are not okay now, but they will be. there are so many wonderful things to come.
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)
Maybe we all have a lot of soul mates, each for a different time in our lives. Maybe every person we ever love is a soulmate in some sense, and that’s why they mean so much to us, that’ s why they’ re so hard to forget. People change and fall out of love, but that doesn’t mean that at one time, they weren’t perfect for each other.
Anonymous (via wordsnquotes)
and you’ll forget about the heartbreak you had at 19 when you’re 21, or tomorrow. please let it be tomorrow.
i’m trying to forget
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.
so many people overlook the genuine love of friends. how platonic relationships sometimes are more permanent. friendships like “hang on let me send you a nude i want you to tell me if this underwear looks good”. friendships like no, don’t, the peach looks literally so much better on you, you pop in peach. friendships like dump him but i understand why it’s hard for you to let go of deep relationships so i’ll be here until you do dump him and i’ll be the only one not to say “i told you so.” friendships like call me at three in the morning because of a spider, like hey saw this and thought of you but it’s a spongebob meme, like people think we’re dating and we honestly haven’t corrected them, like tell you the truth even if it’s a hard one to hear, like trust you with my life. friendships like wait i have the perfect outfit for you to wear on your date i’m driving the 45 minutes so we can play dressup and talk about flirting. like i know when to comfort you and when to distract you. like you’re kind of my favorite person but like also don’t tell anyone i said that i will deny it you’re gross and a jerk. like i know you’re sad come over i made cider and halloweentown is queued up and ready to go. like i will use your body as a shield between myself and the scary movie but i have also jumped someone for speaking badly to you. like you’ve been my rock my sword and the person who drags my drunk ass home. like that love that’s just two people who can sit in a room together with a bottle of wine in our bodies talking about how directors make poor color choices in movies. that’s love. don’t write it off because they don’t make movies around it. but that’s love.
There is a place where the stars are not afraid to explode to fill empty, endless skies. Where the moon and sun exist together, side by side, at the same time. Where the meteors find home in a constellation. And that is where, you will find me.
Lukas W. // Come and find me (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
I look at the cover of our love story and acknowledge that there will never be another one quite like it, and I make peace with it.
c.e.
Sometimes when you ask the universe for something, don’t be surprised when it takes something from you to fill its void, even if its something you think you need. The universe moves in waves, like the ocean, things can always come back to you.
I imagine being states, continents, and even worlds apart but still remembering you, being you halfway around the world someday
siempre estás en mi mente
he never messed up, my dream
That love you lost, I promise it won’t be the last. Sometimes you’ll find it again at a friends birthday party or you’ll look up from getting a box of cereal and see it standing there. But please, don’t give up looking for the love that will always find its way back to you.
Its searching for you too (via kenzielikestowrite)
Lucida is defined as the brightest star in a constellation. And in the constellation of my life, well, you were the lucida.
(via pretty-prose)
are we just gonna ignore the fact that charlotte and twincer fucked w so many IRRELEVANT PPL THAT DONT MEAN SHIT IN THE END