"When you're all grown up you'll have the blues..."

You don’t believe me when I tell you that I like the noises you make when you sleep
And I don’t believe you when you tell me that my voice is your favorite sound,
Not when you can sing like that.
One of your ex’s name tastes like stale coffee
And the other one burns as if I’ve swallowed a scalding pot.
You don’t understand why I don’t discuss my first love with you
But how am I supposed to tell the sun that I once fell for the moon?
If I could, I’d pay rent for the spaces between your fingers,
So if anyone else tried to intertwine their hand with yours,
They would be trespassing.
I’m very good at useless metaphors
And very bad at telling people how I feel
But on our worst nights, you’re snow in the month of March
and even though I’m sick of winter,
I will never stop appreciating the beauty of a blizzard.

All About Us, #1 (via dare-you-to-love-me)

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My first love
was some insignificant boy
when it should have been

Michelle K., First Love. (via asimetricna-vagina)

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Serious eye candy going on here from Luv Aj. (image: uv Aj)


Serious eye candy going on here from Luv Aj(image: uv Aj)

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You deserve Steve Buscemi. So I left.

Six Word Story #30 (via vanwyngardenfresh)

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She never felt like she belonged anywhere, except for when she was laying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else.

Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor and Park (via barbieandken)

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