"If you were mine, I’d kiss your ankles and neck and the tip of your nose. I’d bring you film canisters filled with love notes and interesting books and I’d send you texts with random facts whenever I discovered something new. I’d show up at your house at midnight with a pot of your favourite kind of tea and a blanket and tell you to come down so we could lie down on your lawn and look at the stars. I’d go into the city with you and throw away your map and search for someplace beautiful. I’d photograph you every day. I’d buy you baggy t-shirts and sing to you constantly. I’d give you your space if you wanted it, I’d make you mixes for every week we’d been together, I’d hold your hand underwater, and I’d love you until you asked me not to."
Camryn Pulasky (via black-wolves)
(Source: tete-pownshend)
(Source: edaretolive)
(via whylive-whenyoucandie)
Woof. Night before vacation
I call. She answers. We talk for a few minutes. She has to go. Promises to call back. Never does. I call again later. Talk again. Has to go again. Promises to call back. Never Does. Bedtime. I call. Can’t talk because her niece is sleeping. “Oh well. Maybe tomorrow.”
This pattern has persisted for the past few days. I’m doing all the calling.
Does she not have time to talk to her boyfriend?
Guess she doesn’t need to hear my voice that much…
I’m back… for now
its been a while tumblr but what can I say been busy…. Don’t know where to start…. A few days ago my girlfriend started having all kinds of issues and tonight It’s really starting to bother me…. its 1:30 am and I gotta be up at 7 to work at 8 tomorrow. I know its a holiday but I need the money… Everything just feels wrong. I don’t know what it is but I feel as if a rift is growing between olivia and I and I can’t fix it…. These past few days she hasn’t been talking to me much. She’d say she’d call me back then never would… And when we did talk she would always keep it short and then have to “go”… sure we txt a lot still but its not the same. I just want to hear her voice. to have a full conversation. but it never happens…. :( The only proper way to express how I feel is this…. Listen to the song Evenstar from LOTR. Then think of a sad memory. That’s how I feel only its not a far off memory I’m thinking of. Its going on in my life right now….
I’m to tired to cry… but I want to
I’m so scared.
(Source: dear--insertnamehere)
(Source: bvitch)
"There are two kinds of love…in the safe kind you look for someone who’s exactly like you. It’s what most folks settle for. But then there’s the other kind of love. Everyone’s born with a ragged edge, and some folks crave that piece that’s a perfect fit. You’ll search for it forever, if you have to. And if you’re lucky enough to find it, it looks so right, you start to tear at your own seams, thinking, maybe I could look just as perfect. But then, of course, when you try to get close to the other half, you don’t fit anymore. That kind of love…you come out of it a different person than you were when you started."
Jodi Picoult (via black-wolves)
"You are not your bra size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress. You are no amalgam of these things. You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries."
Unknown (via black-wolves)
