There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you with care. — Shinji Moon, What It Took To Understand (via feellng)
I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion. — Sade Harrison (via wildsultrys0ul)
Stop. You can’t love me because you’re lonely, or because I am the only one who doesn’t piss you off. I want to piss you off, I want to get on your fucking nerves. I don’t want the responsibility of always being your rock. I will try, but I’m a mess, too. I lie, I sleep too much and I don’t like children under the age of 6, really. I don’t even know if I want kids because I’m selfish, and mothers can’t be selfish once they decide to carry another life.
I’m always looking for the rain to come so I trip over my own feet. I know exactly what the air smells like before a storm.
Before you fall in love with me, I want you to know that I cry a lot because it feels good, and I masturbate at least 4 times a week, and you might fall out of love with me before either of us are ready for it.
I have no experience with this. I’m trying to be brave and smart but its almost impossible to be both at the same time.
You can’t love me like a fire escape. Sometimes I will be the match, or the smoke under the door. I don’t know what I’m doing, all I know is that we all catch fire sometimes, before we even get warm.
Before you fall in love with me, I want you to know that there’s a 50% chance that this won’t work, that one of us will wind up hating the other. I will try to keep your head above water, but sometimes I’ll need help, too.
I can’t be your savior, and I don’t expect you to be mine. Just watch me unfold and I’ll watch you unfold, too. We’ll get drunk and tell each other everything. I know that’s cheating but maybe it’ll be alright. Maybe we won’t wake up embarrassed.
I am going to fall in love with you, too, feet first. Maybe we’ll slow dance off a building together, maybe we’ll have forgotten each other’s names by this time next year. I don’t care, the sky is gray with or without you, so I’m not going to look up anymore, I’m going to look ahead . — before you fall in love with me | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)
A little break from reality.
Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?
You are iron.
And you are strong. — n.t. (via thelittle-hobbit)
Live on coffee and flowers. Try not to worry what the weather will be. — Matt Berninger (via aestheticintrovert)
(Source: rita-dertkin, via nevermind-the-witchcraft)
A Softer World: 1070
(the woods are just trees, and I am lost)
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rainy day playlist for puckishlove -
01. greg laswell - comes and goes
02. oren lavie - her morning elegance
03. the weepies - the world spins madly on
04. landon pigg - can’t let go
05. daughter - landfill
06. greg laswell - landline
07. passenger - what you’re thinking
08. gregory and the hawk - boats and birds
09. landon pigg - falling in love at a coffee shop
10. keaton henson - you don’t know how lucky you are
11. bright eyes - make a plan to love me
12. good old war - can’t go home
13. high highs - open season
SO MANY OF MY FAVORITES ARE ON HERE! OH MY GOODNESS! You are amazing! And I just…. that is awesome.
Andddddd it’s even raining here. (It might be freezing rain, but still!)
I’m super stoked.
I might cry.