A poet’s work … to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep.
Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.
Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy (via zubat
Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.
All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands (via blackbruise
My stomachs in a million knots.. I’m afraid one morning i’ll wake up and you won’t care if i’m in your life anymore.
We love the things we love for what they are.
are the only
need to be
5:43 p.m. (You’re already good enough for everyone else)
The realest and most honest statement ever written.
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing.
She likes to sleep. It makes her forget about it.
Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, like it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way.