|—||Sylvia Plath (via radicalteen)|
i’m basically a clingy needy piece of shit that just wants to cuddle and to sleep and to watch stupid movies and to make out with you. oh and i also want you to play with my hair until i fall asleep
|—||Miles Walser, “A Sonnet of Invented Memories” (via aurelle)|
you know what? fuck the saying "no one will love you until you love yourself." that’s bullshit. loving yourself is fucking difficult. fuck that saying because you could totally hate yourself but someone else could find you completely breathtaking. just because you don’t love yourself doesn’t mean someone won’t want to show you what there is to love.
If your partner can’t kiss you after oral, they don’t even deserve oral.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery store, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
|—||Junot Diaz, “This is How You Lose Her” (via laurenstaud)|
the actual, physical ache you feel in your chest and in your bones when you’re so sad is fucking awful.
Does anyone else find it crazy that you can be so fucking depressed and no one around you notices? Not your parents, your siblings, your friends, your teachers, your classmates, no one. Like, you can literally be on the verge of tears, drowning, and everyone is totally oblivious.
All I really want right now is for someone to sleep with me, like actually fall asleep with me. Wrapped up in my arms, tucked tightly under the blankets and our legs intertwined. And then just be there in the morning when I open my eyes, please.
cant wait for natural selection to take out slow walkers
i like seeing who my “biggest fans” are hahahha
I suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes it look like you’re a angry serial killer