When you meet someone who tries their hardest to stick by you regardless of how difficult you are, keep them. Keep them at all costs because finding someone who cares enough to look past your flaws isn’t something that happens every day. Midnight Thoughts (I got lucky with you)

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You don’t know how to be touched. You don’t know how to be loved. You are lonely and yet you push away anybody who tries to get close. You are a ship going under because you cannot stop pouring water onto your hull. And I am the bucket that will never be big enough to hold all of the drowning in you. Just So It’s Clear | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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the night the blue eyed boy i thought i loved at 18 broke my heart,
he sat quietly in my car with one hand drumming on his thigh rapidly,
the other held over his face, breathing through his fingers deeply.
when i asked him what was wrong,
he said “i feel awful.”
so i reached over and placed a hand in his lap, rubbing to soothe him.
i said “do you feel sick?”
he shrugged and murmured a “no.”
i leaned across at the next red light and kissed his cheek
and i whispered “it’ll be okay.”
twenty eight minutes and 2 highway exits later,
i was the one vomiting in his front yard because his words tasted so bitter,
and nothing felt okay at all.
“i just don’t feel what i did anymore.” he said.
his lips were moving, the song on the radio was still playing,
but all i could hear was the sound of my own voice twenty eight minutes ago,
naive and so damn foolish,
comforting someone who was working up the courage to break my heart.
that was the night i learned that;
even when i am someone’s glue,
i am ready to break.
july 8: i still can’t turn right on main. (via hopelessromantic)

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We all love someone way too fucking much. (via forebidden)

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I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you… what I’m too afraid to say (via soulsscrawl)

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There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody. Augusten Burroughs (via satyanaas)

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I still care about you and I’m not going to let that change. I don’t know what’s been going on but I’m still here for you. I’ve always been, and it seems like I can’t trust someone else with my promise. No more feeling alone. You have me and you always will, that’s a promise. (via sammiewichh)

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