Atlantic Ocean breaks on the shore of Tenerife, Canary Islands.
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literally the dumbest question to ask a shy person ever (via n-ephthys)
Trying to give up anger for lent but it’s only day one and he’s doing this.
My boo used to be all over me. I hate comparing you but you just romantically suck.
Michael would rather play around with other girls when he’s drunk. It’s like I don’t exist. Like why? Just why.
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forever” (via 33113)
I was so homesick today. I can just sit and stare for a couple of seconds and I already start crying. It’s so hard..to be away this long, to be trying so hard in life alone. I feel like I lost part of myself and I’m dying a little bit inside everyday. I need to go home, I need a little piece of me back.
You can’t just relax and stay home and not do anything. You always have to go out you always have to do something. You always want to be with people. Why am I not enough.
I look at old pictures of myself and think, “man, you destroyed me”
Sometimes I wish my husband did more husband stuff for me like clean my car or take my car out for an oil change or inspect my tires before a snow storm drive, I just really wish…Because I can’t do these wife things alone and still have to take care of those manly things on my own. I’ve been so independent it tires me out.
“But you’re supposed to cook and clean because that’s what wives do” just breaks my heart every time. But when I look at the other side of the grass I imagined how it would be with the other one and it probably would be the same because they’re both Hispanic, that one would just be lazier and more dominant.
At the end of the day, I’m only 21 and I already learned that no matter what you do, you cannot change someone. You can only be there for them when they try and attempt to be a better person. You’re like their personal cheerleader in life but they never say thank you.