You wanted so badly for him
to be a good prayer you could
tell your mother about it,
and you wanted so badly for him to be
the good days where it was easy to breathe
and dance and love like you meant it.
But he’s just the ache in your knees now,
and you’ve got poison underneath your tongue,
and you’re waiting to kiss him one last time,
and you’re waiting to ruin him.
But everyday ends the same,
and you’re left wondering where to
put the relics left behind from
the timelines you loved him in.
You used to expand like a universe
and now you are breaking limbs
trying to make room for the
ghosts you let come back from the dead.
You brave, brave thing.
One day, you’re going to
stop leaving the door open
for people who only know how
to keep leaving,
and you’re not going to be sorry for it
Deer - Manchester Orchestra
Dear everybody, I ever really knew
I acted like an asshole so, I could keep my edge on you.
Ended up abusing even those I thought immune.
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
I don’t know.
Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older, I’m getting older too
— For when we run away and live in the woods.
Young couple quit jobs and build this $500 home (click photo for full article)
I spent my entire life being okay with other peoples company until I wanted to go home at the end of the night and be alone. But not with you, I could never get enough of you. You’re my best friend. I wish I didn’t love you anymore.
Daily Show correspondent Michael Che tries to find a safe place to report from.
I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.
Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via feellng)
I’m so fucking sick of saying I’m sorry when I’m the one collapsed on the ground.
Loneliness is not being alone; it’s loving others to no avail.