but you’re a
I’m willing to
because I have a feeling
Photography: Thomas Knights
the noise i just made was waaay too loud
Oh. My. God. 😍
This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
you have to read this
I am attracted to the idea
of your lips
exploring my body
as if it were a map
and you kept getting lost
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
THIS SERIOUSLY WORKED
Reminder to myself to check after my bills have come out to help this baby.Gryffindor has been my baby and best friend since he was an itty-bitty puff ball. He a 3 year old Maltese with so much energy, love, and cuddles it’s absolutely ridiculous. Gryff is super easy to love, even by those few, weird friends of mine who don’t “do” dogs. He’s never had one health issue i…
It’s been 6 days of a super sick pup and very little answers from the vets. More tests and an ultrasound need to be done and I’m out of money. This is my last resort.
I’ll give you what I can spare, babe. It’s not a lot, but it’s a bit more than nothing.
my tears will hit your thighs like acid rain.
you probably shouldn’t love me.
my journal will be the only part of me you can’t touch.
my words are yours typed onto a screen,
in braille across my back,
kissed into your mouth.
but these words carefully looped in cursive on a page
you probably shouldn’t love me
(even though I’m easy to love)
you can take me around town and hold my hand,
we’ll look to the stars and exhale smoke
while my mind races with words
to describe your breath on my neck.
you’ll constantly have to repeat everything you say
just to make sure I heard you over my own thoughts.
you can kiss me here and there
and I’ll promise you coffee and late nights
but my fingers will etch sentences into the sheets
until they find their way back to pen and paper.
you probably shouldn’t love me
unless you don’t mind sharing me with my journal.
at first you will watch me disappear for a few hours
and you may have to remind me to eat
and hug me until I slow down
(somedays it may be easier not to love me)
but one day I’ll hand you my journal
you’ll open to a blank page and sit close to me
while my heart lets you see me write down
the only way I know how to love.
you probably shouldn’t love me.
but would you?
(it’s you I’m always writing about)
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Nope. Sorry mate.
What if. What if our secret had gotten out? What if you left her? What if you never step foot in the break room?
Would we have had a real relationship? Would you have loved me? Could you have loved me? Would you have been proud of who we were when we were together?
You’ve given the idea of excitement a whole new meaning to me. Just the thought of you makes my lower lip shake in a way I never knew possible until I met you. You were a constant in my train of thought. Mostly primal, no matter how it starts it always ends with me ripping you up one side and down the other until all that’s left is a blur of walls and white sheets. And the way you smell.
You were a breath of fresh air. You were like a chill on a crisp autumn day, the kind that gives you goosebumps. But could we have ever been anything but taboo? Could you have given me more than heart palpitations? Could we have held hands at the movies? Or take walks down town? Could I have felt your hands in my hair and your teeth grazing the edge of my collar bone at 3am?
I was crazy about you. So fucking crazy about you. I wanted to love you in every way possible.
Then we stopped. We just stopped.
John doesn’t warrant any sort of response.
But I get to hold you jerk wad.