I wish I didn’t love you so much. No I don’t though; that’s not true. I am glad...– Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf, 28 January 1927 (via courcel)
I could be your cup of joe.
franstar: You’d hold me in both hands and I’d keep you warm. Your lips, careful and bold, would slowly touch mine. Hot against your skin, I let the bittersweet whet your craving. And as I fill your nose with my scent, you’d smile at how delicious I smell before taking a deep breath to savor the moment. You’d close your eyes as you put your lips on me again, taking all of me in. I could make your...
She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her...– Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby (via thresca)
A Year Ago Last Night
We were at a friend’s place for a gathering. It was after dinner and your girlfriend just left. I went out for some air and I asked Ralph to sit with me. I can’t remember if you’ve been drinking that time, but seeing that you went out to sit with me as well, you probably were. By then, I was trying so hard to get over you. I focused my attention on Ralph, making fun of him and...
"All the good ones are taken."
Well, I’m here. Alone. I guess I’m not a “good one” then, huh?
animalcrackersinmyblog: fistfulloffourleafclovers: you know your self-esteem sucks when a really cute guy shows interest in you and you think it’s some sort of sick joke so relevant It’s worse if you had it the other way around. You think he’s interested, but it really was just some sick joke. Goodbye, self-esteem!
Why You Can't Let Go →
You can’t let go because you’re worried that if you do, what you’re so desperately hoping for will fall apart. I have news for you. You’re tearing it down yourself. Make way for the bigger, the be…
The Ghost (Apr 23, 2013)
I went by the old office today like I told you. Surely you knew I was right outside when my friends rushed to the glass door. I saw you pass by once, barely looking at my direction. You didn’t even wave. And when I pinged you later on chat, you didn’t even bother with a stupid conversation like you always do. I don’t know what I was expecting. I’m over you. I am. Maybe I...
I think that after the first time you give your heart away, you never get it...– The Opportunist, Tarryn Fisher
Here You Come Again (Apr 9, 2013)
Once more, you make your presence felt. We talk and you tell me things you know I’d like to hear. You’re messing with my head again—or at least you’re trying to. But I can see right through the emptiness of your words. You can’t fool me now. Not again.
If you didn’t love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And...– Dreamland, Sarah Dessen