me this halloween
im horny but like… horny for a successful future full of happiness and satisfaction with the person ive become
I wish I lived in the city like when ur pissed and you wanna storm off for a while you can go anywhere, to a cafe or a museum or a fucking park like where the hell am I gonna storm off to here in suburbia fucking walgreens?????
i want to know your birthday and your parents jobs and if you ever heard them fighting or having sex and if you love your siblings and the worst fight you’ve ever gotten into and if you like one sibling more than the other and what you wanted to be when you grew up when you were seven and your dream vacation and the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you and if you’ve been to therapy and if it helped and the hardest thing you’ve experienced and how you overcame it and if you like what you see when you look in the mirror and if you think appearances matter in a relationship or at all and your favorite movie and which books changed your life and the hardest you’ve ever cried and which grandparent you loved the most and if the words “we need to talk” make you sick to your stomach and why and which holiday is your favorite and which season and which color and if you like rain and if you’re scared of dying and if you believe in god and if you have allergies and to what and what your favorite food is and restaurant and if you like to cook and whether or not you care about cleanliness and what your political views are and if you’re a feminist and your favorite flower and song and if you’d rather own a cat or a dog and if you’d shave off all your hair to give it to a little girl going through chemotherapy and where you’d like to live and honeymoon and what kind of gum and candy you like and what you act like when you’re mad and if you’d rather someone buy you silver or gold jewelry or neither and what clique you were in in high school and what you think your spirit animal is and which flower you’d be and who you admire and which traits you wish were more dominant and if you ever worry you’re a shitty person and what hurt you the most and why you ever thought you were worthless and how someone can make you feel better when you’re sad and if you prefer hugs or kisses and what your house looks like and what your dream car is and which celebrity you think lives the most tragic life and why you think people become so cold and what you think about nature vs nurture and if you believe in heaven and aliens and mermaids and reincarnation and the bible and which feeling is your least favorite and what was the best day you ever had and what would be the best day and if you see yourself as the protector or one who needs protecting and how you deal with your pain and what you would do if you had 100 million dollars and if you think wealth affects people’s morals and what good you think writing is and if you could do it all over, would you and what would you change and what mistake was your biggest and which language you wish you spoke fluently and how many people you’ve loved and if you loved the person you lost your virginity to and if you realize you’re remarkable and what your enneagram is and how you think we could improve the education system and what you think of people who commit suicide and if you think they’re selfish and what you say to them before they did it if you could and what your favorite memory of your childhood is and how you take your tea or if you prefer coffee and when you last wrote someone a handwritten letter and what the best gift you ever received was and what the best piece of advice was and when the last time you cried was and if you’re competitive about board games and which is your favorite and if you feel pressured to settle down and what you notice first in a person and what your top three pet peeves are and if you have any phobias and what you’ve always wanted to do but don’t have the courage to go through with and what you do when you feel overwhelmingly sad and if you ski and if plastic surgery was 100% safe and painless, would you get it and where and why and where you think home is and if you think politeness is important and what you think of indecisive people and if you think there’s ever a reason to go to war and something that scares you and if you believe in therapy and what you want in life and what you look for in a partner and what you want to change about yourself and about the world and who you want to be and who you are. just tell me who you are.
I Want To Know You by Me (via hefuckin)
“You insist you don’t care about him anymore but somedays waking up feels like a reminder that he’s gone. “You insist you don’t care about him anymore. Maybe it’s only because he doesn’t care about you.”
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #220 (via blossomfully)
I had so much hope for you
Ian: I don’t believe in luck. I do believe we’ve known each other since forever, though.
Sofi: Really?
Ian: Yeah. You know how? When the big bang happened, all the atoms in the universe, they were all smashed together into one little dot that exploded outward. So my atoms and your atoms were certainly together then, and, who knows, probably smashed together several times in the last 13.7 billion years. So my atoms have known your atoms and they’ve always known your atoms. My atoms have always loved your atoms.
I origins (2014)
i’ve written you so many poems; i hope you know what it means that your name still tastes like poetry beneath my tongue. Emma Bleker
I just wanted your fucking love.
six word story // oilpill (via just-six)
do you ever get sad over something that happened a long time ago because i do
it’s 4:27 in the evening. it’s not a romantic time at all. the sun isn’t setting. nobody is going home to bed yet. nobody is waking up alone. it’s 4:27 and you’re on an express elevator going down and you feel the force of gravity as if it was sluicing up between your toes and without meaning to, as your stomach drops, you think of him. you think of roller coasters. you think of kissing him while both of your mouths are sticky with ice cream. you think of holding his hand in the back of a dark car, playing with his fingers for no other reason than to feel his skin brush yours. you think of cotton candy, of a burst of laughter, of the curve of his neck. you think of sighing against his shoulder, of his head resting on your lap, of city walks. the girl on the elevator with you asks, “are you okay?” you say you’re fine. “just got vertigo,” you explain. that feeling when you’re staring into a canyon and for a second, you know nothing is the same.
falling // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
we are two small stars, and the universe expands between us.
r.i.d (via inkskinned)
“on days like this, i am small. i am quiet words, i am none of my teeth and fight and fury. i need you to be gentle to me. i need you to hold my hand. i need you to say: today your soul does not swell to fit your skin, and that’s okay. it’s okay to sometimes be tiny and shaking and afraid” - r.i.d. #inkskinned #rid
I don’t need to go to college I can learn anything I want through youtube tutorials
Girls that love gay guys but are disgusted by lesbians.
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)
i write so much better when my heart is broken, maybe some people are meant to hurt so they can create beautiful things
i love everything about the way you make me fall apart, it’s been 2 whole years and it still stings when you don’t call but i haven’t lost my grip the way i thought i was suppose to, and i haven’t forgotten the way you tasted, and you haven’t stop coming back around at the most inconvenient times, because for some reason we love the burn, we love the way it hurts to see each other in someone else’s arms, we love the way we always end up back together.
(via weallwritealong)
me about to talk in public: *rehearses what im going to say 50 times in my brain*
me: today how you are
*looks at clock*
Me: Crap. I have to be somewhere in six hours. Time to start psyching myself up.
Your heart will become a dusty piano in the basement of a church and she will play you when no one is looking. Now you understand why it’s called an organ.
Rudy Francisco, “Like Every Other Man” (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)
congratulations to Minerva McGonagall on her pending retirement today, who is going to look down at her list of first years and see “James Sirius Potter” and just call it a fucking day