love me
When you realize that you’ll never love her like you loved me it’ll be far too late. I will know better by then. I will know that I have always been worth more than whatever you had to give. I won’t apologize to you when I tell you that it’s too late. I’m going to give an apology to myself instead because I think I deserve one for letting you have that much of me, for letting you hurt me that way. I didn’t fucking deserve it.
thewordsyouneverunderstood (via thewordsyouneverunderstood)
You dumb silly boy. Look what you’ve done, you’ve thrown away the only girl in your life that actually gave a damn about you. Silly you.
foreverwritteninstone (via foreverwritteninstone)
I have never liked the dark but her hair reminds me of the night sky and I could stare at that forever, wishing on the stars in her eyes.
Dark sky, starry eyes. (via dollpoetry)

2 eggs.
1 & 1/2 cups of milk.
1 tablespoon of baking soda.
1/2 teaspoon of I miss you.
1/2 tea spoon of are you thinking of me too?
1/4 cup of cold wind kissing your skin first thing in the morning.
1/3 cup of I am so tired of waking up without you.
2 shots of winter with a dash of cinnamon.
Add extra bits of loneliness and insecurities to taste.

Mix the milk with the eggs. Let someone new kiss you the way I used to.
Add in baking soda. Don’t think of me. I’ll pretend I’m over it,
over you, over everything, over anything.
Preheat the oven. Don’t bother anymore.
Just let it go. I can’t cook or
write a recipe, but I sure can
miss you.


Recipe for missing you, Emm Roy. (via emmisnotshortforemma)

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There’s no break pedal on a
motor boat - just forward
and reverse. I think sailing
on love is like that - there’s
no breaking, so instead,
people use hate as a sort of
‘reverse’ to stop the full-
forward run of loving a
person who found a way to
stop loving you.

anne, I hate him. (via anneisrestless)
You asked me what I saw in her, and I wondered what you didn’t see in her. I saw the way her lips bloomed into this life altering smile. How she never let anyone close to her, like she was protecting her heart even though it had already been torn apart. She looked me in the eyes and I swear I saw an entire universe through her glimmering pupils. I felt earthquakes inside myself when she said my name. I can’t live without her the way anyone can’t live without a liver. She’s pretty when she’s tired and even when she looks like she can no longer carry the bags under her eyes. I miss her when I’m with her and I miss her when I’m not. She’s so fierce and she never hides behind anyone. She has so much love inside her, I can tell because when she talks about her father, she starts to give off light. She touched me one time and my bruises weren’t tender anymore, and all my wounds closed up. Sometimes she smiles this genuine smile, and it disappears as soon as I blink. Her laugh helps me breathe when my lungs are giving up. I look at her, stars on her skin, the milky way in her eyes, and I swear she’s part of the sky. She tucks all her feelings behind her ear and I love her for it. When someone asked me for my address I almost said her name. When she’s sad she still smiles with teeth. When she’s happy birds start to sing. I go home and cry about her in the shower. You asked me why I loved her and I asked you why you didn’t.
M.O.W, You asked me why I loved her and I asked you why you didn’t (via imwritingpoems)

Texts I wish I was brave enough to send:

1) What do I think? I think you’re making a mistake. I think you’re just making excuses for your heart. I think you’re just fooling yourself into thinking it won’t work out so you don’t have to try. I think you’re scared, that’s why you’d rather call it quits than giveus a chance. I think you know your heart beats louder than your thoughts. And I think you’ve been hurt before and although you don’t want to admit it, I think you’re scared. You’re fucking scared.

2) If we’re just friends, why don’t you act like one? How come we still kiss and can’t get enough of each other’s taste?

3) I really don’t want to be “just friends” with you. But I’d rather be friends with you than nothing at all. Because I don’t want to lose you. I cannot lose you.

4) I know it doesn’t need to be spoken out loud but I just want to say it, so it’s official. I like you. Like, I really like you. And it’s not the things those girls, who used to leave lipstick stain on your clothes, care about like your career or where your family’s from. I don’t care much for that. It’s when you asked me if I wanted to go buy milk with you and when you promised to watch a show with me, even thought you have already watched it before. It’s when you would kiss me on the forehead. It’s those things that I care about the most.

5) If we’re still friends, why haven’t I heard from you in months?

6) I got an A today on my paper. Remember that professor I told you about? The one that hated the way I wrote? The one who gave me my first C+ on an English paper? Well I just got the most recent one back. And I am soaring right now. Maybe I won’t fail this class.

7) My book is still at your house. So is my scarf. I want them back. Or maybe I just want to see you. But then again, I want you to keep them. Remember me. I hope you think of me sometime.

8) One night you said you wish I was closer so I could keep you company. Darling, I wish you were next to me every night.

9) I still wish there was something more. A part of me still hopes that it’s worth more than whatever it was that ended. I keep missing you and somehow, I miss you even more. Even after all these months I still can’t let it all go. I still replay the moments and I still hear conversations we had. There are so many people in this big city but all I see is you. Or maybe that’s the only person I wish to see.

10) I miss you. I really wish I could tell you that. But that feeling is irrelevant to you and I don’t want to seem weak. I am weak, I don’t need you to know I still search for you in the strangers next to me.

11) Those shorts of mine that you threw in the washer with your clothes still smell like your laundry. I can’t seem to get rid of your scent.

12) Listen, please just hear me out. I have so much to say but I need you to promise me that you’ll listen. I have never felt so much for someone in such a short amount of time. And you know, even through it all - I have to say that I’d do it all over again, a million times. Those feelings I had wasn’t just butterflies, it was a house burning down and I ran in. I didn’t care about the flames because I knew you’d be there, somewhere, and you were my shelter, a home. I’ve never felt more alive than I did that evening we sat by the river and drank smoothies. Time never passed as fast that night we sat in Starbucks and talked until it was closing time. Things just never felt as right until you came along.


A Story A Day #256 by Ming D. Liu 

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h0odrich:

pythonoid:

stunningpicture:

This is the single best Ask Amy response I’ve ever read

i love it when people who do shit things write in asks to validate their shittiness and it backfires. It feeds me

OK ASK AMY W THE SWIFT #CLAPBACK

cutieringtail:

falmyrion:

queerpong:

“YOUR GAY” they shouted. “DUDE YOUR GAY!!!” i ignored them. it wasnt until i got home that i realized my gay had escaped. they tried to tell me.

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