February 8, 2013
"I thought leaving you would be easy,
just walking out the door
but I keep getting pinned against it
with my legs around your waist and it’s like
my lips want you like my lungs want air,
it’s just what they where born to do so
I am sitting at work thinking of you
cutting vegetables in my kitchen
your hair in my shower drain
your fingers on my spine in the morning
while we listen to Muddy Waters, I know
you will never be the one I call home
but the way you talk about poems
like marxists talk of revolution
it makes me want to keep trying.
I’m still looking for reasons to love you.
I’m still looking for proof you love me."

— (via clementinevonradics)

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February 7, 2013
Note to self.

babynobly:

Don’t ever fuck with a woman’s emotions unless you are honestly ready. I know it’s tempting, but if that girl is not who you are thinking about by the end of the night….then..be the good person that you know you are and don’t do anything stupid.

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February 6, 2013

(via vialam)

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February 6, 2013

They love being inside of you, not what’s inside of you. 

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February 6, 2013

Your words are nice and kind. You tell me these things that make the inside of my stomach flutter. But they mean nothing to me. Your actions don’t match the things you say. You tell me one thing, and do another. Behind closed doors you’re in love with me, once we’re out in the open, i’m just another person. 

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January 28, 2013
xchipsx: I think i’ve got a million comments about the last sentence, but that’s the entire point to the poem. You fall in love with the feeling of being wanted, you fall in love with the places you visit, the routine, and mostly you fall in love with being comfortable. You are there because you want to be able to love that person, but you can’t force yourself, and you won’t. the last sentence is what makes this so perfect. it’s honest and a twist that you aren’t expecting and I love that in writing.

xchipsx:

I think i’ve got a million comments about the last sentence, but that’s the entire point to the poem. You fall in love with the feeling of being wanted, you fall in love with the places you visit, the routine, and mostly you fall in love with being comfortable. You are there because you want to be able to love that person, but you can’t force yourself, and you won’t.

the last sentence is what makes this so perfect. it’s honest and a twist that you aren’t expecting and I love that in writing.

(Source: featherumbrellas)

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January 20, 2013
"who needs true love as long as you love me truly"

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January 13, 2013

Can we live a structured carefree life?

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Filed under: Oxymoron 
January 12, 2013

While every other guy is trying to get me drunk, telling to “take more shots!”, be the one to tell me i’ve had enough. Be the one that sits me down and gives me some water. You don’t really know me…but you respect me more than to get me wasted. Instead of being the drunk guy that’s holding on to me with his face lingering too close near mine - clearly i want to escape, you pull me away and ask if i want to go outside. You ask me about my life and what i want to do…you’re the nice guy i didn’t notice. 

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Filed under: nice guys 
January 12, 2013
3am makes me say crazy shit.

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