(via dysenterygay)
(via frequents)
Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.
slow mornings drinking coffee naked in bed and your hands on my face when you kiss me goodnight. marry me.
d.a.h (via whisperingbones)
marry me.
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.marry me.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.marry me.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
marry me.
//and that’s what keeps her going
n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
She remembers the first time she gave her heart away - sharp, in focus, and in all colours imaginable. She remembers the rush of adrenaline that made her feel invincible, just like she remembers the pain of finding that what you wanted so much could be gone in the blink of an eye. She remembers waking up to a numbness spreading in her chest, to waves churning in her ears and to dark water rising up to her nose, pulling her beneath the surface. She remembers how the night sky didn’t calm her anymore, how the stars no longer sparkled and the moon never showed. She remembers all the times she said sorry, all the times she begged for forgiveness, all the times she was on her knees and cried, wanting to make him stay. All the I love you’s and I will never love anyone as much as I love you. Oh yes, she remembers how she gave her heart away and what it was like to be handed it back again in pieces. And now that she’s wasted all of her tears and all of her love on someone who didn’t deserve it, she still finds that numbess in the region of her heart. It’ll be some time, weeks or months, but she knows she’ll find herself looking at the night sky one day to find the moon shining back at her.
(via zaramourr)
You see, that’s exactly our problem. We have to lose something, for us to realize we had it. Whatever it may be. It’s always too late.
