Are We Just Gonna Ignore The Fact That Charlotte And Twincer Fucked W So Many IRRELEVANT PPL THAT DONT

for far more than i knew poetry was nothing more than a home i created as the only way to still be close to you

k.m (via fluohrine)

*tries to get eight hours sleep in 3 hours*

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt. and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

Casual rubbing and caressing while cuddling/napping is so good. Like yes I know I’m about to pass out while laying on your chest but feel free to grab my butt.

Sometimes when you ask the universe for something, don’t be surprised when it takes something from you to fill its void, even if its something you think you need. The universe moves in waves, like the ocean, things can always come back to you.

why am I still in love w you

might just be me but I don't think how Ali played with Emily's feelings for so long is a good representation of a healthy relationship

and you’ll forget about the heartbreak you had at 19 when you’re 21, or tomorrow. please let it be tomorrow.

i’m trying to forget