Lay beside me and breathe with me. Hold me close and do not speak. Hands on skin and the touch of cold feet. Through your shirt I can feel your heart beat. Please be still and let me sleep against the curve of your body where my dreams will be sweet.
Source: wnq-writers.com
things I wish I could tell you
you were never mine to hold but every night before I went to sleep I imagined you in my arms I could smell the mint in your hair and the tea on your lips your slow breathing echoed in my ears and I was happy
I loved you more than anyone I’ve ever loved before every fiber of my being belonged to you you were all I could see I saw a future with you our wedding day our first place a family growing old together on our porch swing we were happy
you used to make me so angry you would ignore me for days and I was left in the dark unknowing and scared of where we were headed we fought constantly hardly seeing eye to eye on our relationship which was our demise several times but my love never died somehow I was still happy
our relationship was a wreck we had amazing days others were painstakingly long and aching my faith in us was shaken my love faltered but I knew in my heart we would make it work I managed to be happy
it’s over now between us and I’m so afraid that we’ll drift apart forever you’ve been sleeping the days away since I left I had to leave to save our friendship but I seemed to cause more damage you weren’t ready to seriously commit I kept pushing you which drove you away so I left to salvage the remains yet we are just ashes and I regret what I’ve done I wish you were mine again but I promise to wait for you even if it never happens I’ll remain in your life and I’ll be happy just to be your friend
Draft texts
1. “Remember when you told me I was beautiful? It’s never sounded so lovely coming out of anyone else’s mouth.” Delete.
2. “I can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about you. My god, I can’t stop fucking thinking about you.” Delete.
3. “I miss you.” Delete.
4. “I’m drunk and you’re all that’s on my mind.” Delete.
5. “The thought of you with her makes me physically sick.” Delete.
6. “Was it your intention to hurt me all along?” Delete.
7. “Did your feelings magically disappear or were they even there?” Delete.
8. “I wish you were here.” Delete.
9. “You drive me fucking crazy.” Delete.
10. “I can’t even look at you without my heart pounding out of my chest.” Delete.
Pride and Prejudice Go
An app that shows you where there’s a young man in possession of a good fortune who must be in want of a wife
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Friendly reminder to check you’re not holding tension in your body. Let your shoulders drop, unclench your hands and jaw. Take a deep breath. Much better.
docrimesbegay
Okay, so imagine a soulmate au where whenever your soulmate touches your skin, the part they touched turns a different color. And not faded colors, but like bright rainbow colors.
And so it’s basically impossible to hide when you find your soulmate. And it’s just super awkward when you go to shake someone’s hand in greeting and both your hands turn green.
You kiss your soulmate for the first time and can’t help laughing because there’s just a splatter of different colors around their mouth
Your soulmate has a big important meeting to get to so you kiss all over their neck, just little pecks that leave lip prints
And you’ll just sit there for hours, drawing little doodles on your soulmate’s arm
And the colors fade after a few hours but you almost always see little splotches on people because humans touch a lot more than they think and each patch of color tells a little story
What if the one that got away came back? What if he came knocking on your door right at this moment, feeling sorry? What if he said it was all a mistake, and he wants you back again? What if he sent you a message saying he wants to grab a coffee sometime and have a talk about what both of you left behind? What if he left a note in your locker saying that he misses you big time since you both went splitsville? What if he drunk texts you in the middle of the night telling you how much he regrets leaving you and wishing that he could do something to take it all back? Drunk words are sober thoughts. So would you take him into your arms straightaway? Would you have second thoughts before taking him back? Or would you turn him down—because you finally got on with your life?
(via absquatulate-scrippage)
Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.
(via sleeptightmylover)
It’s okay, I would’ve done the same thing
Depression isn’t pretty. But having depression doesn’t make you ugly.
Anxiety is a burden. But having anxiety doesn’t make you a burden.
You aren’t your problems. You deserve respect and patience.
I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
Helena Bonham Carter (via bird-madgirl)
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
(via bl-ossomed)
Source: quozio.com
Get excited about the little things. About wearing a new outfit for the first time. About Sunday brunches with your best friends. About the new cute guy in your class. About finding an extra dollar in your pocket. About anything that even remotely makes you happy because as you grow up, passions fade and enthusiasm gets mistaken for foolishness. So don’t let the grey world stop you from shining.
note to self (via annalaman)