hennnypotter:
you have a girlfriend now. when you said you weren’t feeling the whole girlfriend thing, you meant you weren’t feeling me. well, you felt me. up and down. you just weren’t feeling me while you felt me. but i’m happy for you. i want to celebrate love. let’s throw a party; i’ll invite some punching gloves, you invite your face. i’m kidding. invite your balls. kidding again. you weren’t meant for me, no? good things come to those who wait, no? i deserve someone who feels feeling me, no? who appreciates being felt by me most of all? without touching? who enjoys silence? and the way my nose wrinkles when i’m choosing my words? who doesn’t mind the occasional prickly leg? or morning breath? or chick flick marathon? who finds my mess endearing? i deserve someone like that, right? so i wait, right? and watch as all the ones i want, want others, yes? and feel hopeful as he feels her? and he feels her? and he feels her? and he feels a few hers? and i feel. like shit. every time. i don’t think i want to deserve someone like that. anymore.
(via mynameisabi)
7:25 am • 30 May 2012 • 641 notes
“Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.”
— Stephanie Georgopulus, How To Miss Someone (via akidnamedcudi)
Things and not a person.
(Source: thoughtcatalog.com, via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
3:13 pm • 26 May 2012 • 2,218 notes
irl.
blankpagesandinvisibleink:
tell her about me.
tell her about the girl you met
on the internet.
tell her how you fell in love
with pixels and prose
and how they fell in love with you.
tell her how keystrokes
failed us eventually, and then
tell her why we could never be.
tell her that you love her now,
because in real life
you couldn’t have me.
Hitting home.
4:53 pm • 22 May 2012 • 35 notes
Blocking your number was a start. But, this time when you left, I was surprised that I wasn’t devastated. I forced a few tears and choked on a few words. More than anything I was angry. Angry over how many times I swallowed my pride and degraded myself. Angry I spent a year trying to keep you. A year I should’ve spent following my dreams instead of encouraging yours. A year I shouldn’t have spent chasing a burnout loser plotting a course that in no way intersected with mine.
I get sad sometimes. After 7 years I would only lie to myself if i said i didn’t But for every familiarity I miss with you, one grows with him. I don’t have to chase him around, because he is always there. Like he has always been there. Right in front of me.
I don’t need you anymore.
12:18 pm • 21 May 2012
the history of a fire escape: Unrequited Love Poem
sleepingtigers:
You will be out with friends
when the news of her existence
will be accidentally spilled all over
your bar stool. Respond calmly
as if it was only a change in weather,
a punch line you saw coming.
After your fourth shot of cheap liquor,
leave the image of him kissing another woman
in the…
8:19 am • 21 May 2012 • 573 notes
fictionincarnate:
doozy:
throwing-milkshakes-at-cars:
Dwayne Johnson aka The Rock aka Velvet Giant is a perfect human with perfect taste in dogs.
“I’m going to bet he’s in your Celebrity Five.”
Damn straight, dear. Damn. Straight.
THIS MAKES HIM EVEN MORE AWESOME!
This makes me even more inexplicably attracted to him.
I squealed! I couldnt even help it!
5:00 pm • 9 April 2012 • 70 notes
animalstalkinginallcaps:
MURPHY! WINSTON! YOU TWO ON A DATE OR A CONTRACT JOB? HELP ALLEN CUT THE CORNERS AND FIND THE HEXHEADS! DANIELS! START SPOOLING THE MAIN LENGTH! 32 FEET AT 3 INCHES! AND BUTTON YOUR SHIRT! THIS AIN’T CHIPPENDALE’S! RANDALL! GET THOSE MOUNTS IN PLACE BEFORE I DOT YOUR EYE FOR YOU! WE GOT TO BE UP IN EVANSTON BY 11:30, LADIES! LET’S STEP LIVELY!
… A COUPLE OF ‘EM COULD BE FASTER, ONE OR TWO AIN’T SO PRETTY TO LOOK AT, AND THE YOUNG ONES LISTEN TO SOME TRULY GOD AWFUL MUSIC, BUT THIS IS -HANDS DOWN- THE BEST DAMNED GUTTER CREW IN THE STATE.
This ain’t chippendales!
1:40 pm • 9 April 2012 • 536 notes
hotel linens.
blankpagesandinvisibleink:
there is a neutralness
to hotel linens. an
innocuous place on
which to fuck for
those whose love is
anything but. because
semen and sweat stains
lose their significance when
key cards are returned
to front desk clerks
and all that lingers
is the intangible.
The intangible and emptiness.
1:40 pm • 9 April 2012 • 12 notes
There are days
That I can’t believe the sun has the nerve to shine.
1:38 pm • 9 April 2012
How about a romantic comedy where you’re both more in love than anything, you think, but in the end you just realize you’re different people and want different things in life. And he’s selfish, inconsistent, and is patient until it really matters. And she’s got abandonment issues out the asshole, has a 50 foot wall up with firebreathing dragons, and just really fucks up a lot.
So anyway, it starts out sweet, and then it just gets really fucked up. Follow me here. He’s got her really hooked, and reels her in saying sweet things, kind of almost exactly does everything right. And she’s good to him, and deals with his issues, lack of motivation and ambition, encourages.
I don’t think this is going anywhere. Basically I just want a movie to be
Like my life where it doesn’t end with getting married, having crazy sex, finding out all these cool things about love.
It’s just crying, wondering why you’re not enough, drinking too much and even though you decided to not settle for less than you deserve, thinking maybe you really don’t deserve all that much.
2:38 pm • 29 March 2012
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fleshbonesandsoul:
The One That Got Away (acoustic) - Katy Perry
I listened to this track on the bus today while listening to Teenage Dream: The Complete Confection, and I started tearing up.
I feel like I’m living a Katy Perry song.
(Source: anchoredaboard)
8:18 am • 29 March 2012 • 82 notes
