greysfields:

complicated relationships with your parents are like. you cut up fruit and bring it to my room without me asking. i can’t remember the last time you told me that you were proud of me. you told me i wasn’t good enough for you but i’m not even good enough for myself. your hugs feel like coming home. i can’t tell you anything that happens in my life. i doubt myself every day because of something you said to me when i was eight. would you like to hear about my day? please don’t ask me about my day. i miss you even though you’re in the next room. i wish we didn’t live together. i’ve never loved or resented anyone as much as i’ve loved and resented you. are you okay? are we okay? are we ever going to be okay?

— Unknown (via perfectquote)

sahania:

— Crush; ‘Planet of Love’ by Richard Siken
(via decreation)

tobevillains:

“I’m sorry about the blood in your mouth, I wish it was mine”

is the rawest fucking line I’ve ever read and it feels like a punch in the gut every time I read it

whendidmythoughtsgocrazy:

You keep me awake with butterflies roaming around my stomach.

k.b. // i can’t sleep because of you

— Richard Siken, from Crush (2005)

— Peter Cooley, from “A Poem I Didn’t Want to Write,” The Antioch Review (vol. 65, no. 4, Fall 2007)

doriantomybasil:

I want to tell you everything. I like you, I love the way you throw your head back when you laugh, I only learned how to ride a bike when I was 11, I loved the way you danced with me, I get scared of thunderstorms sometimes, I felt my heart jump when you put your hand on my waist, I don’t know who I am sometimes, I miss you.

I want to say nothing. Only to look into your eyes, hold your hand, sit on you lap, lay down next to you, walk with my arm looped into yours, sit next to you on the bus, cup your cheeks in my hand, kiss you, sleep next to you, hug you and never let you go.

I do nothing.

— Unknown (via quotefeeling)

lonelywithadropofwine:

every once in a while i still catch myself wondering what it’d be like to be with you

— Rachel Wolchin (via thoughtkick)

itnerlude:

talk about the people you’ve lost. talk about the people who are no longer with us. if a classmate passes away, tell stories about them with your friends. if a family member is gone, remember them together. talk about them. keep them alive. don’t let them be forgotten, don’t let it seem like they were never here. talk about them.

— (via late-nights-and-daydreams)