Lately, I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be… and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
Andrea Gibson (via suchvodka)
I will keep us safe
I hate mornings where I feel this way
I hate mornings where I have to wake up not next to you
This morning right when I woke up the thought occurred to me that one of the most painful things in my life would be having to see you happy with someone else.
I don’t want to live a day without you in my life.
I feel like I’m suffocating.
And right now, I kind of wish I was.
-14 word story.
I’m trying so hard to numb this pain.
You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that it’s him.
Ten Word Story, Meghan Hale (via m-e-ghan)
you wrote your name on my heart in permanent marker but only let me write on yours in pencil
Intimacy is not who you let touch your genitalia. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.