Yipes! 

me about to talk in public: *rehearses what im going to say 50 times in my brain*

me: today how you are

maybe all loves take a lifetime to get over.

excerpt from a book I'll never write

i think the weirdest thing is having left over information about someone. like i still know someone’s favorite girl name. or their favorite season. or someone’s address. i remember someone’s favorite ice cream flavors. and someone’s favorite childhood book. and the mental disorder their uncle has. i remember the ages and birthdays of their siblings. i remember the song they said they’d sing to their spouse. where do i put this down? where do i learn to forget?

i’ve written you so many poems; i hope you know what it means that your name still tastes like poetry beneath my tongue.  Emma Bleker

I had so much hope for you

pet peeve: having to load the bowl again after you finish it

I just wanted your fucking love.

six word story // oilpill (via just-six)

i love everything about the way you make me fall apart, it’s been 2 whole years and it still stings when you don’t call but i haven’t lost my grip the way i thought i was suppose to, and i haven’t forgotten the way you tasted, and you haven’t stop coming back around at the most inconvenient times, because for some reason we love the burn, we love the way it hurts to see each other in someone else’s arms, we love the way we always end up back together.

(via weallwritealong)