Sunday, January 18, 2015
The most basic indicator of love.
“Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.”
— This. Yes this, is the very thing I love about humans.
“But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.”
I don’t require sex for happiness.
“I don’t require sex for happiness. I need companionship. I need a partner I can depend on, that I can love and grow with.”
Saturday, January 17, 2015
— Gate Keeper, CCXCV
“Stop romanticizing the past.
Stop thinking about the way he smelled on your pillow beside at three A.M.
Stop remembering how high you could get off of her kiss.
Stop wondering where it went wrong, or why it went wrong, or when.
Start romanticizing yourself.
Start staring in the mirror and telling yourself how the fire in your eyes is there, no matter how dim.
Start wanting to hear the sound of your own laugh because it’s the most pure music you know.
Start feeling your own heartbeat in the dead of night when nothing goes right.
Stop fighting off tears.
Stop talking to people who won’t listen.
Stop feeling like this is over.
You’re just beginning, love.
Start crying at two in the morning, even though you’ll never understand why.
Start talking to the ceiling and your pillow; they won’t betray you.
Start listening to your own breathing when you fall asleep.
It’s time, dear, to stop looking at what could have been.
Because, my precious sweetheart, you should be all you will ever need.
His cologne is a perk that you can live without.
Her lipstick on your lips is a smudge you can live without.
Your joy?
Your joy, dearest darling, you cannot live without.”
Stop thinking about the way he smelled on your pillow beside at three A.M.
Stop remembering how high you could get off of her kiss.
Stop wondering where it went wrong, or why it went wrong, or when.
Start romanticizing yourself.
Start staring in the mirror and telling yourself how the fire in your eyes is there, no matter how dim.
Start wanting to hear the sound of your own laugh because it’s the most pure music you know.
Start feeling your own heartbeat in the dead of night when nothing goes right.
Stop fighting off tears.
Stop talking to people who won’t listen.
Stop feeling like this is over.
You’re just beginning, love.
Start crying at two in the morning, even though you’ll never understand why.
Start talking to the ceiling and your pillow; they won’t betray you.
Start listening to your own breathing when you fall asleep.
It’s time, dear, to stop looking at what could have been.
Because, my precious sweetheart, you should be all you will ever need.
His cologne is a perk that you can live without.
Her lipstick on your lips is a smudge you can live without.
Your joy?
Your joy, dearest darling, you cannot live without.”
Thursday, January 15, 2015
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