But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grown pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you.Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale (via splitterherzen)
I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
My kneecaps are separated from my knees and
some days it feels like I could pick them up
and throw them away.
I wonder what it’s like
to remove a part of yourself.
In our dreams do we still have tonsils?
When our stomach feels empty,
is it really just the absence of our appendix?
The closest I’ve ever come to missing
a part of me,
was missing you.
Some days, I wake up and remember that my dreams
lie when they say you still love me.
I had the universe in my hands, and you, you held the stars. Everything you had tempted me and I let go of everything I knew, everything I believed in. the love, the promises, the irony. It all stung in the end. You took my galaxies and gave them to her, and I clawed at volcanoes and howled at the moon. You fashioned flowers from her long flowing hair and I pulled my skin from my body in sheets, trying to become who it was you were looking for. That pain hurt. I grabbed shards of glass and let them go again, listening to them hit the tile and shatter once again. I looked up to see your smile of happiness and knew that you were better where you were. I destroyed myself for you and you. you were okay again. Me, I was left with my universes and galaxies, but it wasn’t good enough anymore. I wasn’t good enough. My teardrops fell and created more worlds but I couldn’t blink. I forgot everything but what you told me, the debris of what could’ve been clouding my heart and brain until those were the only words that echoed through my being. I held the universe in my hands, but somehow, that wasn’t enough.
I love you. And I don’t just love you.
I want you. And I don’t just want you.
I need you. I need every part of you, your body, your soul. Your touch is home to me. Please don’t go…I love you so much more than you’ll ever know.
I need a make out session so intense that I forget all my problems and possibly my name.
aha, yup! haha
do you ever get friendlust. like. you just see someone and you’re like. man. i have such a friendcrush on you. i wanna be ur friend so bad. i wanna be more than a friend. i wanna be a BEST friend u hear me. ur so cool. i admire u a lot and ur so funny. plz b my bffl. i will treat u right. let me be ur drake-friend. no other friend will treat u like i would
I only want two things in this world.
I want you.
And I want us.