I know what it feels like to tolerate or even desire something that’s unhealthy for you. Like a guy who wants to keep you at arms length so you’re at his disposal and accessible when it’s convenient for him, but still far enough so that you can’t hurt him or call him your own. If you’re in limbo with someone who keeps making just enough insinuations to keep you reading between the lines looking for clues and searching for a reason to keep waiting…and waiting…and waiting… to see that the waiting wasn’t worth it, I’m here to write out the words you’ve buried in the back of your head. I’m no better than you. You are no more naive than me. I’ve been where you are, so I’m not going to say, “you know better than that” because you’ll just tell me that you know him better than me. And I’m not here to argue with you, I’ve just come to speak the doubts you’re too afraid to say out loud. I haven’t come to offer you cliche opinions or pretty catch phrases. I know too well that recycled advice can’t penetrate your soul or tame the ache in your bones when insecurity and fear leaks out to suffocate the voice of reason clawing at your conscious. I’m just here to turn the volume up so you will hear the truth you already know. 

Know that the more you feed a craving, the louder it will demand another bite. Know that it’s your choice to nurture or starve these cravings because they’re carving you into who you’re becoming. People pick each other like flowers, and we spend our lives being pressed into each other’s pages, so choose wisely which stories you tuck into. Don’t climb into the stories of those who pretend they want you to fill up their pages when you know they’ll keep your corners dog-eared for too long before picking you up again. You’ll get second chances and new mercies with every daybreak, but what a drag to keep choosing something that drains the color from your cheeks and drinks the joy from your eyes dry with every sip. What a pity to fill a man with expectations when you see the puddles in his tracks. What a tragedy to let him occupy a role in your one life when you could be pressing your smile into a shoulder that wants to uphold your beautiful soul. I don’t care that he wants your lips if he doesn’t care for your happiness. I don’t care if he wants your body if he doesn’t want the life attached to it. Don’t accept affection that’s braided with manipulation? Don’t yield to hands that mold you into a shape that never fits into his future. Why would you want his laugh when it mocks you for needing what he won’t offer?

If he isn’t offering you the consistency you deserve; if he is not reciprocating the kind of love you want to cultivate; if you’re tired of making excuses for him and tired of ignoring the truth, then peel yourself from the page. This may not be for you, but if it is, I hope you do what’s best for your heart. You’ve only got one, after all.

(via thejanitvon)

"I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you."
Jeanette Winterson (via thelandlockedmariner)

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Hell yeah

All the time lol

Guilty of it all of the time lol

"I think I’ve always been half out of my shell and half in. Sometimes I can be extremely wild and sometimes I can be extremely shy. It just depends on the day."
Emile Hirsch (via nyu-tah)

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"Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click."
Ann Aguirre, Blue Diablo  (via raveana)

(Source: simply-quotes, via oohnadia)

"Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to
museums, and parks, and monuments,
and kiss you in every beautiful
place, so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting me
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most
beautiful way possible.
And when I leave
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people."

(via fawun)

I cant even say how much i LOVE this quote

(via thejuicycity)

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black clothes
"I am slowly learning to love my body - the beauty of my spine, the way my hips curve out a little. I have stopped pinching the fat on my stomach and rear. Even though I keep my mirrors turned against the wall the majority of the time, I still look down at my hands and am astounded by my wrist bones and my delicate fingers. Even though I don’t like my hair now, and I am growing it out, and I keep having to remind myself that patience is a virtue.
I am slowly learning to love my soul - how I tell myself to be gentle to others, not to judge. I have stopped putting myself down and being ashamed for the things I do. When I tell someone that they deserve better than me, it’s not out of self-hatred anymore; I just know that they could find someone who loves them more. I have started smiling at strangers and finding something beautiful in every person that I meet.
In a world that is so hard, I am constantly astounded by the ways that I am teaching myself to be soft."

-Therese, Lessons In Self-Love (via theresepoetry)


(via juliabonet)

i needed this right now

(Source: ribcagepoet, via foxxxynegrodamus)

"Don’t sugar coat it, don’t say “making love”. You make love in letters, and subtle glances across a room. You two are fucking. you are feeling each other for the sake of raw pleasure. You are fucking as in the verb, you both are sweating and panting because you can’t consume enough of each other. So fuck “making love” you are fucking, you are feeling. Eat her out and make her cum on your tongue, life isn’t about censored vulgarity."
(via budddha)

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"Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships.
So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated."

Unknown (via nyu-tah)

yes ma’am

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