“You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.”
— My Ten Word Story (via soulsscrawl)
(Source: thr0wmyfaith, via whatevuuuur)
12:31 am • 2 October 2014 • 96,559 notes
“I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.”
— A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. Glad I’m not the only one (via forever-and-alwayss)
(Source: insensiblenothingness, via forever-and-alwayss)
6:52 am • 29 August 2014 • 373,863 notes
“You messaged me out of the blue.
I wasn’t looking for anyone,
In fact I was too busy running from someone else,
But I slowed down enough to reply
You slowly became my good morning text,
My drunken phone call,
My tearful FaceTime when work had wrung me out like a dirty tea towel,
And you were there,
When you visited, you fit into my house like a piece of furniture
That had always been there but I hadn’t noticed.
Your body left imprints in my mattress,
And I couldn’t stand to see them disappear when you travelled back to the other side of the country again,
So I asked you to move in after three months.
“You’ll regret it.”
“It’s too soon.”
We would giggle at the messages as we moved your teddies next to mine,
And slid your books on my shelves and your posters on my wall.
Now you are never away long enough for the dent in the pillow to vanish,
Because your head is there every evening,
Kissing me goodnight.
And all it took was
— Yes we met on tumblr, no she wasn’t a fifty year old man. (via queer-lust)
(Source: lilith-not-eve, via moundaymourning)
1:14 am • 12 August 2014 • 13,463 notes
I am drunk. Drunk on the idea that I love you and you love me. Drunk on the idea that this is love and we were meant to be.
At least I like to think I am.
11:39 am • 26 July 2014 • 842 notes