late confessions

One day I won’t feel like this anymore. 

One day the pain will end, 
and I will be able to look up at the stars without wishing I was one of them.

One day I am going to be okay again,
and I will not let you tell me I won’t be.

—  darling my stars are falling {a.o}
  • Me: I'm ready, I can read for hours into the night!
  • [10 minutes later]
  • Me: Crap. I fell asleep. What page was I on?
  • [the next night]
  • Me: okay, I need to be up early tomorrow. Only a couple of pages tonight, then I'll pass out.
  • [four hours later]
  • Me: I can't stop reading. Wtf, I need to sleep.
what each of the signs feel like

Aries: A match burning down to the tip and barely burning your fingers just before it goes out

Taurus: Blowing on your fingers to keep them warm

Gemini: Rubbing your eyes when it is too bright, trying to scrape the sunlight out

Cancer: The way everyone looks prettier just after midnight

Leo: Finding a pair of long-lost sunglasses in the glove compartment of your best friend’s car

Virgo: Licking your lips at the beach and tasting salt and grit

Libra: The gentle clink of bottles rolling around in the backseat

Scorpio: The feeling of someone else’s eyelashes fluttering against your neck

Sagittarius: Passenger seat confessions late at night on the freeway, driving everywhere and nowhere

Capricorn: The blue light of a television reflected off of skin at two-thirty in the morning, wrapped up in someone else’s sheets.

Aquarius: Accidentally taking a picture with flash on and trying to see the photo through the spots afterwards

Pisces: The first bite of an apple, the communion of skin and teeth

“He promised me forever,” I told her.

“And you fell for it, didn’t you?” She was quick to accuse.

“No. No, I didn’t,” and I let out a little laugh, “because I knew. I know that sometimes you try so hard to make someone happy and one day it doesn’t mean a damn thing anymore. And it’s so sad but there’s nothing you can do about it. You take it as it is and you move forward, because that’s the thing about this: all we’re doing is making promises we can’t ever keep. But there’s this little piece inside of you hoping that it might be different this time around - whatever helps you sleep at night, right?”

—  c.f. // “whatever helps you sleep at night”

“What are you supposed to do when the one you want doesn’t want you anymore?” She asked.

Now I thought that was a little unfair, because honestly what the hell do you do? It hurts like a bitch but it happens, “do you want me to lie to you, or do you want me to tell you the truth?”

And there was a crack in her voice because she already knew the truth, she was just looking for someone to tell her what she already knew, “the truth, always,” she said.

“The truth is I don’t know, I don’t know what you should do, because this is your life and not mine. Now I could tell you to keep trying and that hopefully one day he’ll eventually come around but the truth is I don’t know if that’ll ever happen either. But I could also tell you to walk away, and to let him go because clearly the two of you don’t want the same things - we wouldn’t be having this conversation if you did. I could tell you so many things and you may not like any of them, so here’s what you should do: whatever the fuck it is that you want to do, because you’re probably going to end up doing it anyway. If he’s what you want then stick around, choose him; but if he’s not, then you know, hit the road.”

—  c.f. // “at the end of the day, people are going to do whatever the hell it is that they want to do”
  • Albus: I love you.
  • Scorpius: (stares at Albus in shock.)
  • Albus: Scorpius, oh, I mean, I didn’t mean to say that. I just thought you might, for a moment… I mean we have been friends for so long but I’m just so… I would do anything for you. Because I love you. I love your blond hair and your beautiful ocean eyes just on the brink of silver. I love your brilliant smile where your whole face scrunches and you just smile and don’t hide it at all. I love how I can talk to you about anything and everything, including this because you’re my best friend in the whole world Scorpius and I need you to know that. I know that you don’t have feelings for me that way but I don’t want this to change anything. I can’t help that I like blokes, or more specifically you. Please, just don’t leave me.
  • Scorpius: (staying silent, mouth still wide ajar in shock.)
  • Scorpius: (corners of mouth begin to turn into a huge smile.)
  • Albus: (blushing) I-I’m gonna go now. I’ll… see you in class Scorpius.
  • Scorpius: Albus. I love you too. More than you’ll ever know. Since the train, our first time at Hogwarts. 
  • Albus: Thank Merlin.
  • Scorpius: Come on, Let’s go up to the astronomy tower to look at the stars and I can tell you all of the things I love about you.

I read because I love to, but when I’m in a reading slump, I have other outlets. Reading is love and life and an escape–but it’s not the only healthy escape.

I love that more and more people are reading, but if you are having an off day/week/month/year when it comes to reading, don’t beat yourself up over it. The seed that your love of reading sprouted from is still inside you–it’s just waiting to be watered again with your next great read.

Sometimes on the bad nights
When I really feel like shit.
I’ll sleep in your sweatshirt

Because I know it’s the closest I’ll ever get to being in the comfort of your arms again.

—  Confession.

Honey he left you.

It’s as simple as that, he left you. Because if he cared enough, he would’ve never put himself in a position to lose you; so don’t get fooled by that ‘I’m lost’ or ‘I don’t know what I want’ bullshit - he doesn’t want you, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t hundreds of others that don’t. You deserve better, you deserve the same exact love that you want to give, and maybe even more. You have the rest of your life to fall in love, you don’t need him.

—  c.f. // “what I wish I knew a few months ago”
I miss our late night phone calls.
—  💜