She deserves better, you say. I say: You’re a goddamn coward. What she deserves is an actual person she can connect with. She deserves you, or me or the entire world; she deserves someone achingly real and honest. She deserves a human being equally raw to pursue her and love her and, perhaps, destroy her emotionally, but she deserves all that as well. She doesn’t deserve anyone’s sugary fairytale. She deserves to float freely, with you, or me, or the world, into the very depths of her own psychosynthesis. She deserves to explore the meaning of the word "intimacy", with someone beside her that will care regardless. She fucking deserves all of it. So, pluck up the courage and be with her or leave her in peace but don’t you dare "sell" her your own "inadequacy" as a lie so that, again, you manage to comfort your conscience and eventually come to feel that you love her exactly because you’re letting her go. Because, darling, that’s bullshit. That’s only you own little self-created lie laying behind a much bigger lie; it’s not even properly concealed within itself, you fucking idiot.
I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favourite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget it’s details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to it’s perfection stays with us afterall how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are.

these-greatexpectations:


can i have a relationship where some nights it’s rough sex and then other nights we stay up and just talk and others we just cuddle and mess around with each other or play games together pls and ty

Got it 😊💏

(Source: relentlesscuriosity, via cestloveie)

I’ve never thanked you for
the way you don’t ever say
goodnight until you’re sure
I’m tired enough to fall right
to sleep, even when I can
hear tiredness creep over
your throat like a sheet. I
know this is how you love
me - by not allowing me to
have too many hours at night
feeling lonely. I know you would
like to do the same thing with
us; to not say goodbye until
you know I’m safe in other
arms. I’m going to die to lose
you - let’s make that clear - but
I don’t ever want you to deny
yourself love the way you deny
sleep for me.
If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something… and a little more than usual.
Reading, she tells me, is what she does best. She loves it because it uses the whole of her, the right and the left, the hemispheres of reason and imagination. She discovered as a child that a closed book is a darkness anyone can enter, not a scary darkness like a basement or a storm, but a comforting one that wrapped her up neatly inside a world she could control.
Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn’t make you strong. If anything - it makes you weaker. Because you’re doing it out of fear. You have to take chances. You have to know when to let go and know when to hold on with everything you’ve got, and that’s what makes us who we are. Taking risks - that’s living, being too scared even to try; that’s just a waste. We all make alot of mistakes, but we shouldn’t regret things. Because at least we didn’t spend a life standing outside, wondering what living would be like.

lovesolitudes:

i actually feed on intelligence

i love it when people know a lot about a lot of things

about music, films, religion, beliefs, history

i love listening to peoples opinions 

i love big words

i want to suck in all these smart things like a sponge

(via normified)

She said, “Tonight let’s talk of things untrue.” He said, “ Like black is white and night is day and up is down and in is out?” She said, “Yeah, things like that. Those things we know false for sure. Things like…well, You could say, ‘I really love you.’ And I could say, ‘Yes, I know you do.’”

If You Find A Package Of Noodles On The Beach

notebookings:

on the beach, wrapped in plastic,
leave it in the seaweed
because the devil has put it there,
my friend tells me.
If you find a mason jar filled with paper stars,
you may take the stars
and leave the jar to fill again.
Or if you find a piece of a teacup
which is the colour of the sea,
put it in your pocket.
Take it out when the sky is rain and grief,
hold it toward whatever light there is,
drink.

(Wendy Morton)

(Source: fluttering-slips)

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