When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.

Caitlyn Siehl  (via scrlett)

(Source: insanity-here-i-come)

Other people are not medicine.
It took me 9 years to figure that out  (via shante-atthedisco)

(Source: slutsandsinners)

I asked you to tell me about her and you asked me what I wanted to know and that’s when I knew you didn’t really love her. Because if you loved her then you would’ve told me about how her eyes light up when she laughs and she bites her lip when she’s sad. You would’ve told me about the way her teeth remind you of those glow-in-the-dark stars you stuck on your ceiling when you were little and the way her voice wraps around your bones and keeps you from shaking. You would’ve told me about the tips of her fingers and the way sunshine pours from her mouth. You would’ve told me about how she even looks pretty when she cries and the way she hides behind her hair. You would’ve told me about the way you want to live inside her ribcage and fall asleep in the crook of her neck. You would’ve told me that she tastes like the entire galaxy and she speaks in poetry. You would’ve told me that the sound of her breath while she sleeps is your new favorite song. You would’ve told me about how she’s in your blood and the way she’s got so much love in her veins that if you cut her open, you swear flowers would grow from inside of her. You would’ve told me about the way you love her, like I love you.
I heard you got a new girlfriend  (via safeslut)

(Source: extrasad)

I only want this with you.
(via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

(Source: thesixwordlovestory)

I want to know if you
ache in the same places
as I do.
Tell me what
you’re willing to bleed for.
For whom does your arm
reach across the bed for,
in the middle of the night?
Have you ever drank bitter coffee
just to get rid of
the taste of someone?
Tell me about the days that
you didn’t feel like
getting out of bed.
Do you blame darkness
on the night?
Or yell at the sun for not
showing up?
Are you broken in places
you can’t put a finger on?

M.O.W, Tell me about the losses you have suffered and what got you through them all (via imwritingpoems)
What a mistake, saying the way I felt.
The Neighbourhood (via versteur)

(Source: try-and-hold-on)

I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here.

But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.

Midnight thoughts  (via nickiyuuup)

(Source: reality-escape-artist)

We don’t learn to love each other well in the easy moments. Anyone is good company at a cocktail party. But love is born when we misunderstand one another and make it right, when we cry in the kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say, I love you.
Shauna Niequist, Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table, with Recipes (via thelavenderlife)

(Source: emotional-algebra)