I am in love with a boy
who ripped me apart
to keep himself warm.

We open ourselves like thick oak doorways,
draw out the welcome mats
with years of dust and dirt ingrained.
My eyes are windows,
he pulls the shades shut.
Everyone carries around something
ancient baggage
but my hands are cracked and swollen
from the weight.

Silly women
are always working so hard
at lessening themselves.
Silly men
are always working so hard
at owning them.

But I was not unlocked.
My name was never ‘Home’.

Michelle K., He Named Me ‘Home’. (via michellekpoems)
1:40 pm  •  1 August 2014  •  1,024 notes
Let it heal you. Lie beside a man who’s hands you trust

Clementine Von Radics, As often as miracles (via mariahell)

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1:38 pm  •  1 August 2014  •  657 notes
I don’t look at you in public
because it makes everyone blush.
I think this is called passion; I think
this is why birds sing in the morning.
Something about the way sun feels
on closed eyelids and the way dew
drips like satisfied sweat. We are
intolerant to distance. We are loud
when we’re quiet in the same room,
like two notes played a semitone
apart and how they create that third
awful noise. We hold each other
just to stop it. We kiss for relief.
anne, heat (via anneisrestless)
1:37 pm  •  1 August 2014  •  357 notes
Congratulations, you were the
one to love less. Here is your
reward: a trophy of a heart with
a hand over its mouth and a
lifetime of regret. Display it with
pride; it couldn’t have been easy
to bite your tongue so often.
anne, that game where you pretend you don’t care (via anneisrestless)
1:36 pm  •  1 August 2014  •  695 notes
I loved a boy and you’re
wearing his skin and I miss
him, I miss him.
anne, if time was measured on your body, I loved you between your wrist and the middle of your palm. Life’s gone on but you still have the same eyes, you still have the same smile.
(via anneisrestless)
1:36 pm  •  1 August 2014  •  530 notes
I can’t ask you to stay indefinitely
but I won’t stop asking for more
time. The universe is full of empty
spaces and my hand shouldn’t be
one of them. My heart shouldn’t
be one of them; my hips, the
small of my back, the base of my
neck - what terrible craters to be
so empty, especially with you right
here. I’m not asking for forever,
just a little while longer - my
fingers in your hair should be
reason enough, but I’ll give you
a few more if you need them.
anne, just a few more minutes (via anneisrestless)
1:35 pm  •  1 August 2014  •  1,405 notes
You’re so careful not to touch
me now - not my heart, not my
skin, not my hope. When we
talk I can read the silent rejection
letters: Dear Miss, we regret to
inform you that your affection
cannot be accepted at this time.
Maybe you think you’re being
kind by not leading me on, but
our friendship was built on caring
for each other long before I had
feelings for you, so while you’re
trying to push me away as a
crush, you’re also pushing me
away as a friend.
anne, you’re so different now… (via anneisrestless)
1:34 pm  •  1 August 2014  •  522 notes
There’s no need in your voice
anymore, no longing or missing
when we spend time apart; this
was the first thing I noticed. You
get up for a glass of water and
don’t think to ask if I’m thirsty
too, you forget I’m behind you
and I have to catch the door as
it closes on me. These are tiny
things, but they’re all part of the
same problem: your veins used
to be so full of me that you saw
my face even when we weren’t
together, but lately you’ve been
forgetting I’m there when
we’re in the same room.
anne, i can see you falling out of love with me (via anneisrestless)
1:33 pm  •  1 August 2014  •  756 notes
Don’t fall for the boy who has
seen you makeup-free or with
a face scrunched-up with ugly,
uncontrollable laughter or tears;
the one you call your best friend.
Instead, fall for the ones that lift
out easily, the ones that wash
away with tough soap, the ones
that have only ever been in the
part of your heart meant for
romance. Don’t fall for the boy
who you need as a friend because
when he breaks your heart, who
will be the one to fix it?
anne, fall for anyone but him (via anneisrestless)
1:32 pm  •  1 August 2014  •  745 notes
You’re not my first love but you’re
the first I’ve loved like this. I
wonder if everything before you
was just practice, like stretching
my arms out so I could hold you
better. You’re like a song I’ve
heard before, but never at full
volume; you’re the end chorus
with all the instruments in.
anne, it was all building up to this (via anneisrestless)
1:30 pm  •  1 August 2014  •  1,990 notes

Youth - Daughter

And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one
'Cause most of us are bitter over someone

(Source: mysongof-theday)

1:28 pm  •  1 August 2014  •  1,408 notes
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via larmoyante)
1:24 pm  •  1 August 2014  •  2,595 notes
I hope you find someone you can’t live without.I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it’s like to have to try and live without them.
― Kiera Cass, The Selection (via larmoyante)
1:24 pm  •  1 August 2014  •  4,106 notes