whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved
Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love.
I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.
Yann Martel, Life of Pi (via feellng)
If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy. If she’s easy, she won’t be amazing. If she’s worth it, you wont give up. If you give up, you’re not worthy. … Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.
And it has been
of a year.
I have worn
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
looks like, my dear.
Girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.
Sylvia Plath (via myrisingvoice)
I can guarantee you sylvia plath did not say that.
I’m homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.
the first caterpillar to turn into a butterfly must of been like YOOOOOOOOO