“I can’t wait for breakfast on the kitchen floor and little kisses from my daughter and boxes stacked upon boxes inside my first house. But I know that despite all the efforts I exude to will time to move faster; I can’t. so in the meantime i’ll settle for jumping from piers and drunken nights at the football field, and maybe if, right now, I concentrate on this ache in my side from laughing too much, I won’t be so lonely by the magnitude of what the future has to offer.”—honalie (via honalie)
please be stoked for your friends when they’ve accomplished something that they worked really hard at even if it’s the most boring ass thing your eyeballs have ever witnessed please please please for their sake just pretend to be excited
“People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl grey tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.”—Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them” (via cultivate-solitude)
“I will be your
7 AM sleepy kisses
8 AM French toast
9 AM rushed goodbyes
10 AM love calls
11 AM daydreams
12 PM lunch notes
1 PM new email
2 PM coffee break texts
3 PM reminiscent thoughts
4 PM longing
5 PM drained love
6 PM post-work hugs
7 PM dinner companion
8 PM wine bottle
9 PM tango
10 PM readying for bed
11 PM bedtime stories
12 PM Midnight Sonata
1 AM confessions
2 AM heavy snores
3 AM morning sex
4 AM driftless sleep
5 AM frenzied fantasies
6 AM rapturous sleep
I will be your
Clock.”—Grace C, Timepiece (via yourlifeisyourmessage)
they should make a new reality show where they take all of the Jenners’ money away from Kylie and Kendall and put them in a 2 bedroom, one bathroom house and a public school/college for a certain period of time and see how they cope i think that would be so funny
I remember when I thought people in their 20’s were adults. Now all of my friends are in their 20’s and everybody is just kind of fumbling around bumping into each other, trying to figure out where the free food is
I’m clingy, but I’ll never admit it. I’ll check my phone every 5 minutes to see if you’ve replied to something I’ve drafted numerous times in my head. I’ll get anxious when you don’t answer me back for a long time, and I’ll think to myself maybe you’ve had enough of me. Yet when your message finally comes, it doesn’t matter what you’ve said because the simple act of replying assures me that you’re still mine. At least, for the time being it will.
I’ll get jealous a lot, but please don’t misconstrue it as me tying you down. I won’t get jealous because I want you all to myself, no. I want you to be able spend time with family, friends, and everyone else in between. I’ll get jealous because maybe, just maybe you’ll find something special in someone else, as you did with me. I’ll be weary that maybe you’ll look at someone just as how you look at me, or your heart will begin to wander somewhere else.
I’m insecure, and it’s of no fault of your own. When I say something a little negative about myself, it’s not a cry for attention nor is it me wanting you to disagree with me. It’s me just being me. Before you, I’ll probably never imagine in a million years that you’d be mine. So by virtue of the fact that we’re together makes me even more insecure. But let me make something clear, I won’t be bagging on myself all the time. I know what talents I possess, what I excel in, the aspects in my physique that work in my favor, and so on. I’m just more vocal on the things which fall in the opposite categories.
I’ll possess many faults, and I’m not looking for you to fix them. I think when I finally meet you, I’ll be more accepting of these faults than I am now. All I’m asking is that you accept them with me.
I know this letter seems to be focusing on the negative things about me, and it’s quite a bit to take in… so let me make a change of pace.
I’ll always love you. When we’re finally acquainted, and we finally begin to personify the definition of love for one another, I’ll never need another definition. I’ve told myself countless times that I would never cheat on someone because I know what that feels like. I’ll love you more than I love myself and I know that isn’t too great but that’s just how I am. I’m going to fall in love with the way your smile dances across your face every time you see me, I’ll fall in love with the way you lose yourself in the things you love, I’ll fall in love with the way your voice fluctuates depending on how you’re feeling, I’ll fall in love with the way you say my name, and I’ll most definitely fall in love with so much more.
I’ll study everything about you, I’ll remember the slightest details about you and your life. I’ll know what you look like when you’re upset without you having to say a word, I’ll know how you like your coffee in the morning, I’ll know how long it takes you to get ready before we go out, I’ll know most of the trivial things about you and the rest I’ll learn along the way. I pray you’ll be able to do the same as well.
If you’re still reading, and you haven’t run away… I’ll probably be sitting across from you looking insanely nervous and insecure. I’d be sitting with my legs folded under me on the chair anxiously waiting for your reaction. On top of that I’ll probably be ready to burst into tears of happiness or tears of sadness.
So to end this letter, which my actual soulmate will read once the time comes… I’d like to say thank you. Thank you for giving me a reason to live again, thank you for proving to me that love really is meant for me, and thank you for being my reason to be alive.
do you ever just start thinking about your best friend and how great they are and how, even if they can’t see it, you somehow know without a doubt that they’re one of the most incredible people you’ve ever met and it’s just like, they’re funny and cute and kind and beautiful and just so freaking important that you can’t even believe that you’re lucky enough to be friends with them??? i mean wo w
“You will be stupid. You will worry your parents. You will question your own choices, your relationships, your jobs, your friends, where you live, what you studied in college, that you went to college at all… If that happens, you’re doing it right.”—Ira Glass (via wordsthat-speak)
“Your entire life has always been about someone else, their needs and their happiness. It’s time to love yourself and live only for yourself. So fuck it. Go do it, do it now. Who cares if you’re afraid? Who cares if you fall on your ass? Yes, this is completely different from anything you have ever done, but maybe that’s exactly what you need. Because this is your time and your life. So fuck em. Fuck all of them. You go fucking shine, baby.”—Conversations with my daddy (062714)
i. The first time is when he looks at you as if you’re something valuable, then he says your name and he makes it sound so soft and special that for a split second, you’re convinced it’s the only word he knows.
ii. The second time is when you spend the night together under the stars, laughing and crying and talking about things you would never have told anyone. And then you shiver—not because the wind is strong, cold, but because you are suddenly overwhelmed with the sheer spontaneity of it all.
iii. The third time is when you sit next to him at the cinema and he slowly reaches for your hand, and instead of watching the film, your attention shifts to the buzzing space in between your entwined palms.
iv. The fourth time is when he kisses you on the lips, and the moment is too beautiful to be afraid so you forget to ask him why.
v. The fifth time is when he falls asleep on your lap at two in the morning and he looks so beautiful without even trying, and you smile because you finally realize that somewhere in the middle of it all, the boy with the ocean eyes have taught you how to drown…in love.
vi. And the thing is, you don’t even bother to swim your way up.