— R.K., I Am The Wolf Only Barely Contained

“have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant?

maybe i wear lipstick so that
you will see my pretty pink mouth
wrapping around a coffee cup lid
and be distracted enough not to notice
that i am intelligent and powerful;
a threat.

maybe i draw my brows into high arches
so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
and overlook my spiteful glare
as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.

maybe i wear my heels so high and thin
so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
and know that if you should try to overpower me
i walk on sharpened knives.

maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes
i am really baring my fangs
waiting patiently for the day
that i sink them into your neck.

i am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
you will find that these things are my armor
to keep you at a distance
so you do not step on me and shatter
my fragile control.

i am not a husk — i am not wilting.
i am turning my head
so that the fire blazing through my eyes
does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
and burn your bones to dust.

i am not your pretty girl;
i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix —
a forest of werewolves and wendigos
that will carve out your chest
so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips
i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.”

— Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”

“I used to laugh at people that were in long distance relationships.

“I used to laugh at people that were in long distance relationships.
How can you love someone when they’re so far away so much of the time?
I need a love where they can come over for a takeaway when I’ve had an awful day at work,
Or drop painkillers through my door when I’ve got a migraine.
So when I realised it would take seven hours on a coach every weekend to visit you,
I had to give myself a good kick,
And ask myself if this girl is worth the pain.
The truth?
She is. She is, my god she is.
So through the tears and the sleepless nights we kept going,
Until one day she said fuck this,
And packed her bags. She’s beside me in our bed now,
As she has been every night for three months.
She’s definitely worth it.”

You trying to keep your distance from me in no way lessens my affection for you.

Distance

The distance is nothing. 

It’s only the first step that is difficult.

I Dream About You.

I find myself missing you after getting off of the phone. 

I want to throw tantrums like a child because time isn’t moving fast enough for me to see you.

This distance sucks, and it’s driving me crazy.

your eyes speaking so loudly

is there a problem that i feel 

our distance

making me crave you more?

your lips against mine

your hands in my hair

and your eyes speaking

so loudly of the words

i dream of 

Sometimes it's necessary

Sometimes it's necessary to go a long distance out of the way 

in order to come back a short distance correctly.

distance yourself

Sometimes, you have to distance yourself 

from the people that only call you only when 

they need something.

Distance

Two people can be right next to each other, yet miles apart.

“In human relationships, distance is not measured in miles but in affection. Two people can be right next to each other, yet miles apart. So stay in touch with those who truly matter to you. Not because it’s convenient, but because they’re worth the extra effort.”

~Unknown

“Closeness has nothing to do with distance.”

Sometimes I don't want to be with anyone.

Sometimes I don't want to be with anyone. Sometimes I want to be alone. It's not weird. It's a need to distance myself from the world. 

Distance means so little,

Distance means so little, 

when someone means so much.

There is no distance on this earth as far away as yesterday.

-Wiz Khalifa

Time. Distance. Hope.

whenever I start feeling sad,

Distance never separates two hearts that really care, for our memories span the miles and in seconds we are there. But whenever I start feeling sad, because I miss you, I remind myself how lucky I am to have someone so special to miss.

Bad Experience

Distance is just a test to see...