“Literature Is A Luxury; Fiction Is A Necessity.”

I Never Could

With a shy smile and a dusty guitar

You sing me a song about rainy afternoons

You close your eyes and get lost in the lines

Leaving me envious

Of the words that left your lips

And those strings under your fingertips

I want to reach out, hold your hand

Instead, I hold myself back

Try not to break the spell

But you pull me close, hold me tight

Between now and then, I give up the fright.

It's not a fireworks-and-butterflies kiss.

Instead, it feels more like a sea breeze

And coming home

I peek a glance to see that your eyes

Are closed the way you do when you sing your lines.

Your arms wrap me from behind,

Your head on my shoulder, breath on my neck.

You hum a song

That we claimed as ours, like a wind in my ears.

This time around, it's your guitar that's left envious.

I kiss your freckles, scars, and moles.

And wonder how the songs could leave your lips

Because I never could.

to finding;

hands reaching out towards each other in the depths of the sea, a lone lighthose standing in the midst of the ocean, waves that roar and grow only taller, the sea spray and the salty breeze kissing your face, odd things washing up onto shore, letters written in cursive, effortless script, beholding the words of a lover.

sometimes i read a book that i just saw and like the cover and then i go on pinterest and discover that i have joined an international cult and thre is no way out of it

At that point in my life where I FINALLY understand why people cry when they hear certain songs.

Exhibit A:

Soooo I made marvel pride wallpapers!! I’m not gonna lie, I love how they turned out and I’m really proud of how good my photoshop skills have gotten! I tried really hard to fit lots of different characters in so I hope you guys like them!!

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And in the centers...

Harry Styles / Two Ghosts

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“Anything with the power to make you laugh over thirty years later isn’t a waste of time. I think something like that is very close to immortality.”

— Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis