Loving you was like the first rouge rain drops

Before the impending storm

Soft and slow

Lulling the world to sleep

But in the back of our minds

We knew the monsoon wouldn’t pass

Without leaving us soaking wet,

Trembling from the impact,

And wishing we had escaped with the others.

The only good part about sleeping alone is only having to make half the bed in the morning.

I thought having a new place and a bigger bed would make me feel free, but i still just sleep in one spot, wishing someone was there to help fill the empty space.

We close our eyes to the things we dont want to see

Hum over the things we dont want to hear

And bite our tongues until they bleed

To stop from saying things we dont want to say.

But how, pray tell, someone, anyone

How do we stop feeling the things we dont want to feel

When its alread too late

When you can’t tell the sorrow from the anger,

Your frustration from your helplessness.

When there’s nothing you can do but feel,

How do we stop that?

Because some days

I’d rather do nothing than grieve.

I’m just a girl

Wasting all her wishes

On a boy who couldn’t care less

perrfectly:

“I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest changed in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.”

— Brandon Stanton (via perrfectly)

If this doesn’t describe me right now, nothing does.

(via perrfectly)

Sometimes I miss the days when I shut off my feelings, severed all my heart strings, and lived for the glory of dark coffee, charcoal drawing, and the moon standing high on cold nights as my breath hangs low in the air.

When he leaves and the sun sets

My skin feels like its on fire

And that’s how I know I’m losing him.

The panic that sets in

The urgency

That’s how I know it was real

[For me].

It’s the way he wears his jeans

Just above his hips

The way he kissed me like he meant it

Gasping for more like the drowning

How he pushed up his glasses

As he told me everything about anything he was excited about

It’s the way his eyes penetrated to my soul

Seeing through all my bullshit

And is this where it all went wrong?

That he cut right to my core

And all he found were my broken pieces?

Was it too much

Or am I just not enough?

coral:

“when i text you it means i miss you.”

— when i don’t text you it means i’m waiting for you to miss me. (via gosh)

(via coral)

perrfectly:

“I found peace in your violence”

— Marshmello (via neckkiss)

(via perrfectly)