“Nothing lasts,” she says, and there’s a little crack in her voice. “You think it’s going to. You think, ‘Here’s something I can hold on to,’ but it always slips away.’”—Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now (via c-oquetry)
There needs to be a code word or something that means “my brain is fighting me every step of the way today and I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, so I need you to forgive everything and go slowly and speak softly and lower your expectations.” And then we could all just be like, “I know I said we could go to a movie tonight but… tangerines.” And the other person would nod and squeeze your elbow or rub your head and you wouldn’t feel like a failure.
The love I give you isn’t gentle. I’ll wrap my hands around your throat, lean in and breathe bullets into your mouth, watching you spit out the shells. Every touch from me has left a bruise on your skin, a reminder. Maybe you’ll think of me when you see them and return all those broken prayers I left on your voicemail. The only part of me I let you taste is whiskey and ash. The bitter, the burnt. When you reach inside me your fingernails scratch at an empty shell, grasping for the dregs of what little humanity is left. I kiss you until you forget what you were searching for.”—Too Far Gone|i.s. (via casbloom)
“I just want someone who won’t get annoyed when I text them six times or in all caps. Someone I can go on long drives with and can sing along to the radio with. Someone I can eat pizza with at 2am and kiss at 6pm. Someone who chooses me everyday and never thinks twice about it.”—(via bl-ossomed)
“I’m someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be.”—Nick Miller (via wordsthat-speak)