kiss them once, then never again

"Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee..."

Sat, 25 May 2013 16:59:47 -0400

“Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.”

- The Winter of the Air (via ticotampico)

I’m so sick of all my life consisting of is schoolwork, stress, and fair-weather friends.

Sat, 25 May 2013 16:53:37 -0400

I’m so sick of all my life consisting of is schoolwork, stress, and fair-weather friends.

In 24 hours my best friend, my better half, my soul mate, my savior will be flying 1000 miles away...

Sat, 25 May 2013 01:42:51 -0400

In 24 hours my best friend, my better half, my soul mate, my savior will be flying 1000 miles away and staying there for good. I’ve been in love with him since I was 10 years old, and no ones ever held a candle to him. And as I lay in bed with his head snuggled in my neck, his arm wrapped tight around my waist, his leg thrown over mine and his steady breathing across my neck and chest calming me down like it always has, I realize just how unfair life is. I’ve been through hell and back, been chewed up and spit back out, but I still get the injustice of only getting to have him for three weeks. I only get to snuggle into his warm, solid chest for three weeks. Or kiss his soft lips. Or have his arms wrapped around me, his soft voice whispering lullabies for me to fall asleep to. It’s not fair. It’s not fair that we’ve both been feeling this way for so long, and the only way we ever admitted it to each other was the announcement that he was leaving. We’ve lived in a bubble of only us since we found out, a blurry cloud of kisses, and tangled legs on cool, white sheets. I only pop it to go to school. I’ve floated on cloud 9 for the past three weeks because he makes me happier than anyone I’ve ever met. I honestly have no idea how I’m going to survive with him.

He’s fought the world with me. Been my sword and shield. Brought down everything that ever threatened to hurt me, or hinder me. Been my shoulder to cry on, my rock to lean on. The only one who’s ever understood me. The only reason I’ve made it this far in life without giving up, and the only reason I made it through this school year without quitting public school. The only reason I didn’t succumb to my depression I’ve been trying to keep at bay. The only reason I haven’t let my anxiety get the best of me. He’s been everything to me since I was old enough to know better.

When I was a child learning how to walk, you held my hand. Years later, trying to learn how to navigate all the shitty avenues of being a teenager, you held my hand. And now I have to let go of my hold. And I don’t know how to do that without falling.

I have no idea how to breathe without you.
I have no idea how to breathe.

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hollyandthesunshine: You don’t know stress until you’ve tried to buy concert tickets as soon as...

Fri, 24 May 2013 10:42:25 -0400

hollyandthesunshine:

You don’t know stress until you’ve tried to buy concert tickets as soon as they go on sale.

jalex5eva: jalex5eva: why did the pop punk kid cross the road to get out of this town

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:53:23 -0400

jalex5eva:

jalex5eva:

why did the pop punk kid cross the road

to get out of this town

palemarried: stop being cute and half way across the world im going to arrest you

Tue, 21 May 2013 19:52:37 -0400

palemarried:

stop being cute and half way across the world im going to arrest you

I’m crying

Tue, 21 May 2013 01:10:48 -0400

I’m crying

gonnatellyou: beard boy somewhere 😍

Tue, 21 May 2013 01:10:28 -0400

gonnatellyou:

beard boy somewhere

😍

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drarna: instead of learning from my mistakes i like to dwell on them until i have a panic attack.

Tue, 21 May 2013 01:09:53 -0400

drarna:

instead of learning from my mistakes i like to dwell on them until i have a panic attack.

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ispiltmyguts: deep

Tue, 21 May 2013 01:03:14 -0400

ispiltmyguts:

deep

ispiltmyguts: woofuckingjiho: you know that “joke” your friend makes about you and the only...

Tue, 21 May 2013 01:02:46 -0400

ispiltmyguts:

woofuckingjiho:

you know that “joke” your friend makes about you and the only problem is that it actually hits home and you sit there and realize that they were probably being serious in an indirect way and covering up their true thoughts by passing it off as a joke and then you just sit there feeling like shit for the entire day

lol how accurate

"What are you afraid of? You are so beautiful, so cute, so lucky to be alive. Eighteen is too..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 01:02:17 -0400

“

What are you afraid of?

You are so beautiful, so cute, so lucky to be alive.

Eighteen is too young to be so sad.

You don’t care about anyone as much as they will care about you.

Cheer up, my friend.

Relax.

Take a breath.

You are so many things.

Would you care if I died?

If I never came home?

I could have left, too.

I’m scared.

You look more like your mother every day.

I want you to fuck me. I want you to cum for me.

Please.

I’d really like to kiss you right now.

But this is all just misplaced energy.

I can’t smoke a cigarette with you.

Tell me if you stop loving me.

You are not allowed to love.

Stop thinking so much.

Relax.

Stop.

Stop caring so much about things that don’t matter.

Words are not a career.

Write the truth, but don’t write your truth.

How can one person be so destructive and so beautiful.

How come you don’t believe in Home?

I want everything inside of you.

I want you to give me your world.

Sleep.

No one will love you the way he loves you.

No one wants to watch you burn.

You selfish bitch.

The world will never remember you.

No matter how much you scream.

No matter how much you curse.

Fuck you.

If getting over me is too hard you can always fuck the pain away.

You are the biggest liar that I have ever met.

Thank you for telling me the truth.

I bought your book just to burn it.

I know you were hurt.

Why don’t you cry?

It’s going to be okay.

This is all just misplaced

energy.

”

- “things people have said without thinking i’d remember,” Shinji Moon (via coffeeurlgirl)

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