[(A/N): and this is what happens when I try to write something sweet these days-- it turns out kind of bitter? It takes a little effort to get back to soft parts of yourself, but it's worth the trip. I'm still happy with how it turned out. Hope you enjoy it! ] you can say …
what they did to you was not love. - don’t defend them, don’t pretend they couldn’t have known what they were doing, don’t blame yourself for being manipulated, don’t try to fix what they decided to break between you, don’t let anyone make you feel bad for hurting, don’t let them turn your love against …
to her, love was a word it was what you said to get someone to stay it was a warmth you could take off and throw away just to make room for another. - to me, love was everything it was the hope that got me out of bed every day it was the feeling …
and every night I dream of someone I haven’t met yet. I dream of holding her in my arms and kissing her on the mouth. I tell her that I’ve loved her ever since I first knew what love was. I tell her that I’m already hers even though she doesn’t know it. I tell …
([A/N]: I posted this as a goodbye to someone back in May, but I took it down. Since I doubt I've as much as crossed her mind in months, I figured I would post it as a final goodbye to her and that part of my life. It's not my best work, and generally my …
one of the times we were tangled together, nothing separating us, your head on my chest, you asked me— “why is your heart beating so fast?” - - and I told you it was just anxiety that it was just something it did - - I didn’t say that I felt lighter than I ever …
i. “Who did you leave with last night?” Vince had barely opened his eyes before Tim was already talking to him. He groaned in response, throwing his arms over his face. Wasn’t the point of sleeping to not feel tired? Tim nudged him. “Come on,” he said, “I get if you don’t want to hang …
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I’ve lived for eighteen years, I’ve lived in two states, I’ve broken no bones, I’ve driven my car too fast, I’ve written stories my whole life, I’ve read more books than I can count, but the only time I’ve ever breathed is when I’ve had someone else. A body to hold, lips to kiss, and …
I’ve never let go of something easily. every goodnight kiss is long and drawn out, and I’ll always be the last one to look away I can’t kiss your neck without leaving myself in places no one else can see— reds and purples that ache with my memory for days. I can’t love without giving …
It is august. Last year I came to life during this month finding myself in kisses and smiles in stolen hours and midnight car rides building a home in another discovering the truest me with a warm hand helping me through a world where I didn’t face the quiet alone - It is august This …
