I want to know your coffee order and your favorite shops.
I want to know your favorite month and why.
I want you to tell me about the books that changed you and the music that kept you alive.
I want to know which side of the bed you like best.
I want to know the lines of poems that give you chills and which shade of the sky makes you feel at peace.
I want to know the people and places you call home.
I want to know if you like the crust on your sandwiches.
I want to know if you pour too much sugar in your tea.
I want to know if you feel the same way about me.
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I don’t think I miss you, not really.
But from time to time, I can’t help but wonder how you are. If your corner of the world is treating you right; if your happy days outnumber the bad.
I do not miss you anymore…
But I hope you know I remember.
I promise you, at some point she’ll get fed up with the way your words never meet with actions. She’ll get sick of all the covered lies repeated over and over with the promise of change. She’ll get annoyed with late night drunk dials as you plead love, disappointed as to why sober dials are nonexistent. She’ll get tired of waiting and hoping for your arrival after weeks on end. She’ll leave, I promise you. But this time, she doesn’t turn back.
You’re on my mind
More and more
You and I together
Is it a bad thing that I want you
This much?
a-lovely-thought (via wnq-writers)
Sometimes we come into a person’s life not to make them love us, but to let them feel that they’re so much worth loving for.
Stars should not be seen alone. That’s why there are so many. Two people should stand together and look at them. One person alone will surely miss the good ones.
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home,
and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
