you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love. Warsan Shire, excerpt from “for women who are ‘difficult’ to love” (via feellng)
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I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did. (via bl-ossomed)
hedonistpoet unf0rgivingly
arcanja sailing-with-ellie
She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.   Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via feellng)
feellng bonesmadeofstone
Sleep doesn’t relieve my exhaustion anymore. July 7, 2014 (via shortsimplestories)
shortsimplestories aqua--relle
ghruefdijw harhrystyles
Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man. read this on here today and i haven’t stopped thinking about this quote since (via pluiedem)
pluiedem my-never-ending-dream
semitolerable unf0rgivingly
fyesdylanobrien horanyewest
heathers-rivera that-funny-guy
I’ll never be busy enough to not miss you. (via yourlifeisyourmessage)
praises unf0rgivingly

Flannel shirt on the subway,
I love you.
Bodyguard arms, hands
clasped below the bellybutton.
Who are you protecting?

From across the train, I love you.
And maybe I can’t remember your
face, but I remember your clothes.

I remember the girl waiting for
you at the station and how your
body uncoiled at the sight of her.

I remember the slouch of your back once she touched you.


From the other end of Brooklyn,
I love you. Could have loved you.

Not as a stranger on the train,
not as a pair of eyes looking
too long, blinking.

Heart beating too fast
and screaming
not mine not mine not mine.


In another world, I am the dream on
the platform, one foot on the yellow
line, waiting for your walk.

I kiss the rigid out of you.

I take your name out from under
my tongue and hand it to you.

Caitlyn Siehl, Subway (via hiswordssplashedmewithstars)
alonesomes hiswordssplashedmewithstars
Just once, please choose me first. Six word story, May 20, 2014 (191/365)
itsokayifitsgone unf0rgivingly
I let you in. I fucking let you in and you completely destroyed me. (via n4ughty-y)
n4ughty-y mean-redss
I might be too young to settle down and marry, but I’m definitely too old to be playing anymore games. I’m too old to just be talking to someone, too old to not know what’s really going on, and too old to be entertaining somebody with no intention of making it work. At this age, I’m only interested in consistency, stability, respect and loyalty. And I want to hear someone tell me that they love me and know they Goddamn mean it. (via heyohdee)
the-taintedtruth unf0rgivingly
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