life goal: taking a bath with someone i’m in love with. they help me wash my hair, and get soap on that part of my back i can’t reach. we snuggle in cozy blankets the rest of the evening
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Feel Something
Heartbreak isnβt beautiful. It isnβt fucking poetry, itβs not staying up βtill 4 am listening to sad songs. Itβs breaking down in the middle of a busy street. Itβs seeing their face in the people you pass by. Itβs feeling okay for weeks at a time and then all of a sudden you feel the ghost of their lips on your neck and then youβre choking on the memories of their presence. Itβs waking up from dreams of them coming back and screaming in the middle of the night because you chest feels like a rotting tooth. Stop romanticising pain. Stop using people like their objects. A heart isnβt a cigarette: you canβt just light it up and then stomp it out when youβre done. Donβt act like anything about heartbreak is beautiful, because I wouldnβt wish that feeling upon my worst enemies.
Who else can’t wait until they get their first apartment with their girlfriend and get to sleep with them in a big bed and have lazy Saturday mornings and go to the farmers market and hold hands and buy flowers for the kitchen table and just finally feel at peace with the world in general because you’re in each other’s lives forever?
HER
Find someone who doesnβt just celebrate the big things, like birthdays and anniversaries, but the little things too, like your favourite tv show returning or finding five dollars on the street. Find someone who celebrates life in every form.
(via ifthenightcouldtalk)
Find someone who doesnβt just celebrate the big things, like birthdays and anniversaries, but the little things too, like your favourite tv show returning or finding five dollars on the street. Find someone who celebrates life in every form.
(via ifthenightcouldtalk)
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again
I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
“You lie in my arms and I feel everything beat inside of me — this inconceivable moment of pure vulnerability is my proof that in this, and every life, I am destined to love you. I am convinced that if our moments together on this Earth had a song, the moon has danced to it.”
— For J, Part Two
Donβt sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.
