She said that she liked the taste of my kisses. She used to whisper that my breath smelled like a weird yet funny mixture of cigarettes and coffee.
Then, she slowly explained, like if it was no big deal, that my lips were the nicotine she was addicted to, and my tongue the caffeine that kept her up.
Now she kisses another man, with another breath, another tongue to taste.
And again i find myself all alone on the rooftop, drinking coffee to stay awake and smoking some cigarettes, trying to forget that we used to wait for the sunset like I’m doing at the moment.
And now i have that painfully familiar taste in my mouth again.
But no one to share it with.
—  Diego, “Town of the Colossus”

Love is … Being happy for the other person when they are happy, Being sad for the person when they are sad, Being together in good times, And being together in bad times.

Love is … Being honest with yourself at all times, Being honest with the other person at all times, Telling, listening, respecting the truth, And never pretending.

Love is … An understanding so complete that you feel as if you are a part of the other person, Accepting the other person just the way they are, And not trying to change them to be something else.

Love is … The freedom to pursue your own desires while sharing your experiences with the other person, The growth of one individual alongside of and together with the growth of another individual.

Love is … The excitement of planning things together, The excitement of doing things together.
Love is … The fury of the storm, The calm in the rainbow.

Love is … Giving and taking in a daily situation, Being patient with each other’s needs and desires.

Love is … Knowing that the other person will always be with you regardless of what happens, Missing the other person when they are away but remaining near in heart at all times.

—  Susan Polis Schutz
He is everything to me; his
oxygen hands, his daylight
mouth. I talk about him too
much. I can’t talk about him
enough. If you discovered the
trick to survival, you’d want to
tell the world about it too.
—  Rebeka Anne, romance: chapter 1

she will not believe you
when you tell her that she is beautiful,
but that is not the only thing
she’ll think you are lying about.

she will ask you daily if you’ve changed your mind about her,
no matter how many days pass
with you reassuring her you haven’t.

some days,
she will wake up and not remember how to love.
this isn’t for a lack of trying.
she will feel some kind of crushing and
inexplicable weight, something that makes
her want to cry for no reason at all.
she will forget that holding your hand can be easy.
everything will be heavy.

hold her like she is something worth holding onto.
hold her like she could escape and you do not want to let her go.
touch her tentatively, like you’re not sure if you’re allowed to
or touch her firmly, like you’ve never been more certain in your life,
just touch her and speak silently.

ask her questions, even if you don’t care about the answer.
try to care about the answer.
don’t cancel your plans-
this will only make her overthink everything.
she’ll probably overthink everything.
tell her about your childhood.
take her to your favorite spots.
don’t tell her you’ve taken other girls
to the exact place where she is standing.
don’t remind her that there have been other girls-
she has never been anyone’s first anything
and the moments that will feel the most perfect with you
are the moments where she can pretend that she is.

—  on loving a girl who believes she is utterly unlovable: caroline builta

1) “Smile. It makes you look happy.”

My smile isn’t an indication of happiness, it’s an indication of pleasure, and you mandating my emotions makes my blood boil. Your condescension is almost as ugly as your shit brown cargo pants, and I pity a world that has to look at you when beauty like my smile exists. It is a shame that you think you have a say. “No.”

2) “You look so cute.”

I am not a doll. I can feel you infantilizing me to control me, but I am a force to be reckoned with and you should be afraid. I am an island and an ocean and fucking tornado, all wrapped into one. My cuteness is not an invitation for you to diminish my strength, my power, my ability to make you wish you could turn time back to the moment you came out of your mother’s womb and choose to stay inside. “Fuck off.”

3) “Ooo-la-la. Come home with me.”

I will run into the arms of the people I love. I will take my passport and visit every country before I turn 50. I will lay in my bed for a week and cry about the way the paint is all over the molding when it’s supposed to be on the wall and the way my heart is all broken apart when it’s supposed to be in one piece, but my feet will never carry me over your threshold. “As fucking if.”

4) “Ahh fuck. Don’t you dare tell anyone.”

You ruined everything. My body is no longer mine and I cannot find my lungs. “I won’t.”

5) “I love you.”

I do not believe you. You are a manifestation of everything bad in this world, coming to get me. You are just like the rest. “I love you too.”

6) “It’s a compliment.”

"It is not a compliment. It is a violence, an attack against everything I am. My presence does not require commentary, my very existence speaks for itself. I refuse to be manipulated, to be coerced, to be trained to believe that the maliciousness disguised in the blankets of ‘kind words’ is anything more than a power play. Also, fuck you."

—  all the things i did not say until the day I did - n.m.

1. Every time you feel like dissecting your vines grab a bottle of bright pink paint and doodle all over your body with it. Draw smiley faces, or write song lyrics. Just cover yourself with something positive so you don’t do something destructive.

2. Keep your iPod by your bed, so when you wake up and feel like you can’t do it anymore, you can blast Katy Perry or Blink 182, or whatever makes you happy, play whatever makes you feel powerful enough to get out of bed and live a little.

3. Remember that a scale is just an object, stop letting it take up so much room in your beautiful mind. When you feel like skipping meals, don’t. Your body needs you to eat, your mother needs you to eat, your little sister needs you to eat. So, stop giving into your demons, and start fighting them. You’re strong enough, you just have to try.

4. When you see the one who broke your heart, make subtle eye contact and give a light smile but then keep walking. It ended, and it ended for a reason. Don’t let one person be the control of your happiness. I know you feel like your heart is gone but it’s not, it’s still there darling, beating like a god damn drum.

—  4 things that help me get through the day