- i’m mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can’t even bring themselves to talk.
- * i like imagining your body is saturn, my body ten thousand rings wrapped around you.
- i may think of you softly from time to time. but i’ll cut off my hand before i ever reach for you again.
- baby, nostalgia is only good for one thing and that’s telling stories. don’t you tuck it into bed with you at night. don’t you let it keep you warm.
- she wasn’t my first kiss but she’s the kiss that mattered, the kiss that made me realize i didn’t want to kiss anyone else. so now my lips belong to her. just look at them… her name’s written all over them.
- how can i celebrate love, now that i know what it does?
- he’s the kind of man who walks into a room and all the walls fall down.
- put your lip balm on his mouth so he tastes like you. tell him that but don’t kiss him. honey on his tongue. his heart is wishbone. he loves you like a drowning man loves a lifeboat.
- watch the clock every time you’re together. the bad guy here is your big, fat mouth. anxiety is a livid bruiser spray-painting it wasn’t the right time across your eyelids.
- all of the following are true: a) you love him. b) he loves you. c) you just aren’t ready to be loved like this.
- so do the right thing & admit it. tell him you’ll never be ready.
- we cling to each other like dust motes to light, and fall the same way - slow and landing in erratic patterns. your hands like twin moons to an alien sea. we spill over.
- [she bites God in the wrist]
- you have my permission not to love me; i am a cathedral of deadbolts and i’d rather burn myself down than change the locks.
feb 17 2016 ∞
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