a lonely writer

Fifty years from now, if you knocked on my door and told me that you needed me, I would still drop everything I had to help you.

Fifty years from now, if you knocked on my door and told me you were ready to try again, I would be ready to try again.

Fifty years from now, if you knocked on my door and told me that you loved me, I would love you back.

I know that I will want you for the rest of my life, so I’m hoping that in fifty years from now when you knock on my door, it will only be because you misplaced the key.

—  I’ll want you forever. (via @sinfulessentials)

:for every writer on tumblr:

I hope you meet someone, someday, who makes you write about things that make you happy rather than unhappy.
I hope you meet someone, someday, who makes you write about love instead of heartbreak and people who chose to stay instead of leave.
I hope you meet someone, someday, who makes you want to write about the feelings that make you feel alive right now rather than the feelings that make you feel dead.

—  tenth of march
I didn’t want you to fix me, but I needed you to not abandon me while I tried.
—  L.A.L. || Abandonment issues #1
Every poem that I’ve created was yours. I thought they were mine, but they were yours. And I wish I could’ve kept them. And I wish I could’ve kept you.
—  Juansen Dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower page 207
you’ll find love when you stop looking for it in the most unexpected places. you need to stop looking for love and let it look for you instead. believe me as soon as you give up, you’ll find it on a metro ride, 500ml of alcohol down, at 4 pm on a cold thursday where you least expect to find it.
—  january
twelfth
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nikitagupta
i wish i could save all your kisses into a jar. then use it on days when i am sad and you’re away. then use it on days when i am happy and i need a celebratory kiss. then use it on days when i give up and i need you to tell me to keeping moving on. then use it on days when i just miss you. i wish i could save all your kisses in a jar.
—  struggles of long distance//nikitagupta
I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings. I hate confrontation, and fear making someone, especially you, mad. You whisper in my ear every night, ‘I’m always here for you.’ I trust you, and that’s a big thing for me. It’s not easy though, to just say how I feel. I fall way too hard and fast. I love too easily. One day, you’ll be like the rest. One day you’ll realize, I’m not easy to love. I take my feelings I cannot express, and take it out on you. I get so frustrated with my mess of emotions and thoughts, I get upset by the smallest thing. It sets me off. I take you always being here for me for granted, because I say stuff you don’t wanna here. Fuck, I just want to express my feelings for you, and with you. I’m sorry it’s so hard. I’m sorry you’re going to get tired of it too.
—  One Day // MB