“The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you’ll see their flaws. That’s just the way it is. This is why marriages fail, why children are abandoned, why friendships don’t last. You might think you love someone until you see the way they act when they’re out of money or under pressure or hungry, for goodness’ sake. Love is something different. Love is choosing to serve someone and be with someone in spite of their filthy heart. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it’s seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.”—The Great Kamryn (via justgoodvibes)
six word autobiography: “fuck goddamnit i fucked up so bad”
guys i specifically made that sentence seven words long so someone could comment “but thats seven words” and i could say “fuck i did it again i fucked up” so we could all have a good laugh but no one said it. yall fucked up. i fucked up because i assumed yall wouldnt fuck up. everythings fucked up
TODAY IN BIOLOGY CLASS WE LEARNED THAT WHEN YOU MOW THE GRASS THE BLADES RELEASE A CHEMICAL THAT MAKES THAT GLORIOUS SMELL BUT THE REASON WHY THEY RELEASE THE CHEMICAL IS TO WARN OTHER GRASS BLADES OF DANGER SO WHEN WE SMELL THE FRESHLY CUT GRASS SMELL IT’S NOT JUST A GOOD SMELL IT’S THE SMELL OF THE BLOOD AND SCREAMS FOR HELP OF THOUSANDS OF GRASS BLADES
ok they going to warn the grass and then what ? explain how the other grass will run away from the lawmower ?
“Darling, sometimes I think I shouldn’t let you come back. This has all gone on too long. It is so hard to love someone so inconstant, someone who is so often fading before my eyes. But I know I will always welcome your return. The way you crack open the sky to come home to me. It is all I can do to bathe in your brilliance. Beautiful, after all this time you still control my every move. I become such a monster when I miss you. Darling, it is always so dark when you’re gone.”—From The Ocean To The Moon; Clementine Von Radics (via hollyflowers)
“I started promising myself to
never stay anywhere I’m not
very much wanted. I have too
many scars to be breaking
my bones to fit into places
that weren’t made to fit me.”—anne, maybe I always feel out of place because I’m always placing myself where I don’t belong.
“Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep.”—Unknown (via psych-facts)
Honestly I haven't gone to bed without crying in days, I feel sick when I breathe because he's breathing the same air as me, but he's not breathing it with me. I dont know what to do, my mom told me I've been saying his name when I sleep. It all sounds so crazy but I feel like I'm dying okay, he broke me all over again and I can't do anything but scream and just be broken god dammit.
I know, I know. He made a home in your bones and it’s so wrong and empty now that he’s gone. You shake most days, and sometimes you think your heart has stopped. But remember: he is not your air. You will not die without him. There will be nights when you dream about his arms again, but when you wake up, remind yourself that you do not need him to be complete. Your bones are not hollow; you are not undone. Breathe, cry, write angry poetry about how he left you a shipwreck, but do not forget that you are whole without his mouth. He did not deserve your ivory bones. He did not deserve your tender words.