"and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love"

Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love
(via larmoyante)

"i never showed you my poems because i knew you
would read them and think of someone else’s hips.
today i am too tired to miss you but keep thinking
about your shoulders and having dreams about my teeth
falling out. i think about how your parents and your friends
will probably always like your ex better than me,
how they will only think of the bad parts: the way i fucked you
on the heels of your breakup, the way i told you to stop
speaking to me. i hope this isn’t the story you remember,
but you never know. tell me, does a good first impression
override the bitter taste i left in your mouth?
yesterday i told my mother i missed her
and she immediately asked if i was lonely. i woke up
thinking of you again, but i told her no. sometimes i still wish
we could call this whole thing off, but i am trying not
to be the kind of girl who says go when she means stay.
really, it’s not that i miss you. it’s just:
there are still so many things that i have to ask you."

j.c. (via commits)

"Don’t read into it. If there is something to be told, it will be."

Rakishi, “Things my father wouldn’t say” cir. 1913.  (via barbieandken)

"Since we first met I have loved you with whatever I had to love you with."

Zelda to Scott, 1935 (via fitzgeraldquotes)

"You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever."

Augusten Burroughs (via fleurslibres)
externalrespiration:

uncomfortableheterosexualperson:

in Ireland you’re not even allowed to look at alcohol on Good Friday, let alone buy it. Dirty heathens.

sometimes i forget how catholic this country is

externalrespiration:

uncomfortableheterosexualperson:

in Ireland you’re not even allowed to look at alcohol on Good Friday, let alone buy it. Dirty heathens.

sometimes i forget how catholic this country is

inked-virtue:

dxcade:

DO U EVEN LIFT MR WAYNE

Literal burn