“I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.”—(via clementinevonradics)
this describes every relationship I’ve EVER had with a boy. every one of them.
“Do not make
out of people.
This will leave you
missing arms that
shaky foundations.”—Michelle K., Home (via pantiesinawad (via jesusiswhatthisworldneeds)
I am honestly so much more content sitting in my room alone at night smiling to myself as I watch my favorite TV shows, than out in in uncomfortable situation that involves me pretending to be having the time of my life with boring people, who don’t care about me, doing pointless things.
I just want to get a cute apartment with a cute person and wear nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt or sweater and dance around, cook for each other, make our own movies and record each other while we’re playing, smiling, and laughing, and lay in bed together at night snuggled up warm together so close that we can hear each others pulse, ya feel me