Pour acid into the water, and not water into the acid, as to prevent possible unwanted reactions. I’m the water, you’re the acid, and despite knowing the said statement, I’m pouring all the water in me to the smallest portions of acid in you, anyway.
Be very, very careful what you put into that head, because you’ll never, ever get it out.
you fall asleep with his fingertips burning through your skin and you can still feel his teeth pressed against yours long after he’s dropped you off at home and his voice lights up in your head and pushes away everything that could possibly be bad. He’s everything now. And god everything tastes so good. But six months later you come home shaking, followed by a trail of blood and teardrops, and your happiness is leaking out of you into a puddle on the floor and you’re down on your knees trying to shove it all back into your chest while you scream “OH GOD MOM HE KISSED HER OH GOD”
— my sixth grade english teacher told me not to make anyone my world and I thought she was crazy till last night (via rantwriteread
oh my god you don’t understand how much i want to kiss you
or watch movies with you
or fall asleep with you
or drink coffee with you
or cuddle with you
or hold your hand
or go to amusement parks with you
or watch concerts with you
or bake with you
i want to do everything with you and it kills me to know that i cant
I don’t want to write about us.
I am selfish.
I don’t want them to know.
i’ll end up leaving before you
do, i think—
you’ve left your fingerprints upon
every blank space
in my universe
in a way,
i’ve become the one
that’s easier to erase.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
where does it hurt?
I stayed, still staying, because it’s worth it. The pain, the casualty is nothing compared to the bliss of seeing his face, his smiles, his off days, his fears, his secrets, his everything — knowing that he has a good heart.
— What Made Me Stay