22nd Aug 201420:531,979 notes

I’m still love with you. I’ll never not be in love with you. You loom around in my mind and I’m still pining over what memory I have left of you. I’ve wiped out all the bad memories and all that’s left are images of you smiling and laughing and dancing around knowingly looking like a fool but not caring what anyone thought. I miss that version of you. The version I ruined with selfishness, with greed, with envy. I miss your smile. I miss your laugh. I miss you daftly dancing around without a care in the world. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

22nd Aug 201419:2011,272 notes
22nd Aug 201419:18524 notes

"the first time we kissed
a tornado blew its way through Kansas
and a small town in Arizona fell to its knees
at the sight of a forest fire
we told ourselves not to mourn
that maybe we were the creation borne
from the destruction
we’d learnt that there’s no such thing
as beauty in the breakdown
but we fell into each other
like a jetplane with a loose wing
I held onto you so desperately
that five months later the nail marks on your forearms
still spelt my name it looked like someone
had pressed cigarette butts to your skin
but it was only me and it was only you
and somehow we ruined everything but each other
if we were ever sorry for any of it
I don’t remember
our bodies marked like graves
with each other’s mouths
it was all so beautiful
even when it went up in flames
see, because even when I hated you
I still wanted to touch you
and when we touched, baby
somewhere across the city a truck flipped off the road
and the electric went down
just for half a second, the time it took
for your hands to touch my hips
and turn my entire body into a lit match
for a solid month, we were nothing but hungry teeth
nothing but red marks and swollen lips
we were the reason for every natural disaster
and every car accident
this is the love our mothers never warned us about
the kind that tasted like lighter fluid
and lingered like gun powder under our nails
the kind that tried to split the earth right down the middle
just so it could breathe
this was the kind of love that the bible
wouldn’t talk about because it looked
too much like being buried alive
too much like a landscape made of bruises
too much like having a heart where the mouth should be
this was the kind of love Eve tumbled out of Eden for
I will never apologize for the way we were or the things we did
we could not help the volcano inside of our bodies
or how we burned like the treetops in Arizona
because this was the kind of love our mother’s didn’t warn us about
the kind we couldn’t even say out loud without
making the entire city shudder"

~   "The love our mothers didn’t warn us about" || Azra & Caitlyn  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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22nd Aug 201417:495,450 notes

"Can you be my girlfriend so you can buy me shoes?" 

Hahaha Jesus. I’m losing my mind.

22nd Aug 201417:24108 notes
~   Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via violentwavesofemotion)

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~   I coulda used this advice a few months ago.

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