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But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
Let’s do each other tonight, just call me and invite me over, let’s turn back time, to the good old days, when you couldn’t stop kissing my body, when I was your drug and you were my coffee, when our laughs were like lullabies for these walls, let’s give each other another chance and let’s sing in the shower again. Let’s go somewhere in a public place and make each other moan, let’s eat while watching ‘The walking dead’ and let’s make stupid jokes about this stupid life, I want your words to keep me warm this winter, I want your hands to meet mine and never let ‘em go, I want your day, I want your night, I want your thoughts, I want your laughs, your smiles and your sadness, I want you back, I want our love back, I want you back. I want you.
please, come back. (via writies)
I love the scars that run along your hands, the freckles scattered around your lips and the tip of your nose, the laugh that takes over your body when I run my fingers over your stomach cause I know that’s where you’re ticklish. The millions of shades of blue that call your eyes home that I get lost in and are burned in my memory. I love the way you kiss my lips and my neck and every inch of my body. The way your breathing gets heavy when I get you excited. I love how you stretch when you first wake up and the light from the window hits you perfectly like it always does. The slow blink you do at night when you get tired and can’t seem to keep your eyes open anymore. How you try to keep your tears in when you’re sad and bury your face in my chest when you can’t hold them back any longer. Mentally, physically, emotionally. Every last thing about you is just another reason I’m madly in love with you.
at my funeral there is going to be a closed casket and then it will be opened to reveal that i am not inside. instead, they will turn on the ceiling fan and my lifeless body will swing around the room while the space jam theme song is playing in the background.
nevermind, my mom says i can’t do that.
i want play fights that lead to you pinning me down and kissing every inch of my body. i want flirty shopping trips after dark with us shooting things into the cart and you getting annoyed with me making puns with all of the item names. i want to make dinner together, smearing the ingredients on each other’s faces more than actually cooking it. i want cuddles on the couch while watching scary movies. and i want you stroking my hair behind my ear before leaning in for my daily after work kiss. i want to spend every holiday with you; taking our kids trick or treating, making food for thanksgiving, decorating the christmas tree, and every year for the rest of my life, i want you to be my new years kiss. i want you. only you. & for as long as i’m still breathing, i want us. for forever and a day.
September 24th 2015
10:19am (via iamashstrology)
10:19am (via iamashstrology)
Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. who understands you even in the madness; someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face; or with the idea of being in love
me when i over think things (via stay-impure)
I wish it was beautiful,
I wish is was poetic,
The way I’m dragging knives across my skin,
Just to get my control back.I wish it worked,
I wish this disease would leave my body, Just like my blood does,
Flowing down my skin.I wish my heart wasn’t so loud,
I wish my scars weren’t so bright,
Then I could justify why you didn’t ask,
Why you don’t wonder how I am.I wish I tried to hide it,
I wish it wasn’t there,
Then I could claim you haven’t noticed, Since it’s not really here.I wish I could say it,
I wish I didn’t have to,
But I’m at the edge,
And I want to jump.
I wish I was getting better,
I wish I was getting worse. (via except-not-now)
I wish I was getting worse. (via except-not-now)