— F. Scott Fitzgerald (Tender Is The Night)
oh my love but we are bound to die
my heart is broke but you won’t hear me cry
oh my love but we are bound to die
my heart is broke but you won’t see me
I stopped at the grocery on the way home, about a quarter mile from my house.
…forgot to bring the groceries in. It’s only day 5 of 13 in a row working.
I put together some vulcan smooches for you, because I love you.
Vulcan husband-wife kiss:
Vulcan mother-child kiss:
Sexy vulcan makeout:
ooh yeah get some
what are are you doing
oh my god
yeah so I don’t know what this equates to in human terms
but I’m pretty sure if you did it in public on Vulcan it would get you arrested
I can’t believe this is my life.
It’s so weird.
I hate Tampa
but I love being home.
Girl, I’ve had so many fantasies about you,
and yeah, I know, they mainly involve making you cups of tea,
and telling your mother how many orgasms you’re giving me.
I’d just love to see the look on her face,
because you know love is an awful thing to hate.
And we could tell our ex-boyfriends,
that now we’ve got prettier girlfriends than them,
i’m not usually one for revenge,
but how’s that for fighting like men?
You’ve joked, ‘imagine if I was yours’,
but when I’m sleeping in your bed,
and we’re spending all our time,
with our life like this - it’s the fucking brightest, shiniest sign,
and I feel like you’ve already got me,
and you’re there, flying freely.
Now I’m stuck, stuck, stuck
on the shape your mouth makes when you say ‘fuck’,
fuck the way my heart cramps when you smile,
and I know it’s not my best line,
but I’d rather wake to you than any sunrise
- yeah, I normally sleep in til two,
but you make me nervous,
this is the best I can do.
Thinking about it makes me hands shake,
and the ground isn’t about to swallow me up, no
but your voice makes my world quake,
because I know I might not go down in history,
but I’d certainly go down on you baby.
I like to write about grand love,
and I’m sure this doesn’t mean much
but I’m a stereotype,
always been one to flee not fight,
and I put rum in my coffee,
even in the mornings,
that might read as a warning,
but let’s call it a kickstart. (please)
I smoke like a train,
everytime I try to decipher the chain
of thoughts entangled in my brain
whenever I hear you breathe my name.
keep going, keep going.
It’s exhausting trying to make someone fall for you,
it’s so human, should be easy
like when you’re drowning and give in and stop breathing,
they say you start to get high.
I guess what I’m saying is,
maybe we should get stoned,
and start counting fishes,
that way we can see,
if you can float as easy as me.
I know I’d sacrifice
all the poems in the world, just for a chance.
That’s not to say I love you more than poetry,
but I don’t think I could love you less.
— - Fishing - J.M (via lushpuppy)
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again."
This is so sad and incredibly relavant.
I feel like I am the person they are describing.(via mercurial-mind)
I am crying because this is so relevant. Thank you to whoever posted this.
this made me cry, it’s so relateable(via feedyourwanderlust)