Being in love is great, don’t get me wrong. The kisses, the “I miss you” hugs, the cuddling, the love. Everything about falling in love is what makes a person remember how great it feels to have butterflies in your stomach and to have your heart beat so fast that your chest is going to explode. Being in love with someone is amazing. But being in love with your best friend, god that is fucking the best thing I could ever ask for. Being in love with the person that makes you laugh so hard that you nearly have snot coming out your right nostril and makes your stomach turn inside out. Being in love with the person that you share secrets with and gossip about people with, the person that says “fuck her baby, she don’t know a damn thing” kind of best friend. The person that you can lay next to at night and can’t sleep until 3 am because you were talking about how people can’t learn their damn differences between they’re, their, and there, and then laugh about it. The person that you argue with about what kind of food you want to eat, or who’s going to be the one to get up from the bed and turn off the light. The person that you can lick their face and they won’t look back at you with a confused face, but sticks their finger up your nose. The person that won’t only being the shoulder to cry on, but the shoulder that will bring you back up and make you stronger than before. The person that will tell you whats wrong and whats bothering them instead of being distant and ignore the situation. Loving someone that you can share memories and laughs with, god it is beautiful. Being in love is great, don’t get me wrong. But being in love with your best friend, that is the most wonderful thing I could ever ask for.
—  I’m in love with my best friend
May we meet again
in ten years
in another life,
when things are right,
when our hearts aren’t broken,
when our thoughts aren’t a mess,
when the ghosts
of us aren’t haunting us,
when we won’t have to
turn our backs on each other
and lead another road,
when it’s our right time
to fix the broken
to love again.
By then it won’t
be the wrong time
or a forbidden love,
it will be another chance
to make things right
when we couldn’t before.
—  R.K
I’m sorry for all of the poems I wrote about you before I even knew if you were worth it or not. I am sorry for creating a person in my head that had your face but was not you. I’m sorry for trying to make you into something you did not want to be. I’m sorry for every night I stayed awake imagining you were laying beside me because the truth is I don’t know anything about you. And the words that I’ve spoken for you are not your words. I’m sorry for falling in love with the idea of you and not giving myself the chance to fall in love with you.

There’s something
strange, about the way people are after midnight
something so
fragile, vulnerable and truly awake.

or just worn out

Sincerely human;
in walk, talk and shame.

The night sets free,
what the day traps us all in;
the truth.

- Nocturnal Animals (k.h)

She carries her own little universe within herself, every single content paints her life story and reminds her that she’s a piece of it,

the stars remind her of never giving up, of always seeing the good in bad and even when you’re at your worst you should just keep shining,

the clouds remind her of how important it is to travel, to see the beauty of this world and to breathe a different air and to get lost in a foreign city,

the hurricanes remind her of the past, of the fact that it may hurt, but accepting all that pain makes you stronger and wiser, everything can change in a minute and we have no control on anything,

the sunsets and sunrises remind her of how beautiful it is to continue doing your thing, even when nobody notices you, because it doesn’t mean that you suck, at the end of the day, you should do things for yourself first,

the rain reminds her of the fact that letting emotions out is always good to do, because in order to grow and to bloom you have to cry at first,

the air reminds her of being kind to others, to always help them and show them that life is truly beautiful, you know you have lived when someone tells you “because of you, i never gave up.”


breathe a different air, please!!

“that is the problem. if she wanted to dance i would let her wreck the furniture. if she wanted to cook i would let her burn down the house. and if she wanted to scream i would let her deafen me. I’ve never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but God, she could take me by the throat and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us.”

I found god at 2am outside the local gas station he looked a lot like you. He told me “an angel like you shouldn’t be out here alone” and I replied “so take me home” and I swear there’s no way he’ll be allowed back into heaven after that night. He told me that being good gets boring so I showed him how fun hell can be. He swore to me that he would protect me as the flames grew higher around us until they engulfed anything we hadn’t already burned down ourselves, and I swore to him that I’d never leave him no matter what the verdict of his crimes turned out to be. I swore I thought I knew what love felt like but I tasted it for the first time dripping off his tongue. And I swore I thought I knew what heartbreak felt like, but I’ve tasted it in the back of my throat ever since he left.
—  Even god will break your heart.