My Great Perhaps

“You can tell so much about a person by the way they leave you”
— Redvers Bailey (via atmosthetic)

(Source: guntoyourhead, via mymisguidedthoughts)

“How weird it is to think I used to not know of your existence. I somehow lived my life without ever knowing you were a person. Once we met though, god I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since. It’s hard to imagine I used to be able to live my life without you consuming my head with thoughts.”
— kmr (disastrous-heartache)

(Source: seventeenandinsatiable, via metrolines)

“You get a strange feeling when you lose someone you were intimate with. Kind of like you never want to be touched again. Or avoiding letting anyone else put their hands where theirs used to be. It becomes a strange process, letting the relationship die over and over again until you can stop hating anything that comes into contact with you that isn’t them. You resent the shower because all the hot water makes you feel like your body was never theirs. You quit masturbating because their fingers were the last inside of you and you want to keep it that way. You want your insides to become a relic of all the ways they loved you. So it becomes a funny process, you have to bury them and dig them up for every new old thing that you do without them. You kiss another person and think it’s the worst kind of betrayal. You’re angry at your mouth for enjoying it, you’re angry at your mouth for wanting more, and you’re angry at yourself for forgetting what their lips tasted like. That’s how it happens, you barely notice at first. It starts with tiny little things, you forget how they looked in the morning, you forget how their own brand of stubble felt between your thighs, you move on and it’s terrifying and it’s glorious but more than that, it’s freeing. Because you thought you’d never have that again, you’d never want someone so much that it felt like drowning and gasping for air was the most wonderful thing you’d ever done.

So it’s okay, you can say ‘I am so scared that I will never love someone like I loved you’ when they leave, but it won’t be true. It won’t come close to true. Months from now you’ll be in a dark room with another person who turns your body into a lit match and there will be a litany of ‘fucks’ falling in procession from your mouth and they will be more a part of you than anyone has ever been and you’ll feel glorious and more than that, you’ll feel safe. And here is what you’re going to think: I had that moment with you and I am thankful for it. That is it.”
Azra.T ”You have to dig up some skeletons before you can bury them” (via 5000letters)

(via beautiful-secr3ts)

“The person you’re meant to be with will never have to be chased, begged or given an ultimatum.”
— Mandy Hale (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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David Lambert/The Fosters 1x14


"I think we might be outlaws, I think I might be in love,

Cause I’m just an outlaw, wanted if you want me

“And I’m not saying that her love for you isn’t real… I just need you to know that no one else will ever love you like I do.”
— LT (via hqlines)

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“This is for the times you went through hell so someone else wouldn’t have to.”
— Andrea Gibson, Say Yes (via itscherryamber)

(Source: hellomyoldheart-x, via yourheartiswhatmakesyoubeautiful)

“Unless you can look me in the eye and tell me that I don’t deserve you or that you are incapable of loving me, I’m not going anywhere.
I don’t care about the burdens that your past might bring in the future, or the bad habits I see you effortlessly trying to break.
As long as we’re both alive and on this earth, I can’t imagine us not being together. I’ve bled myself dry of spilling reasons for you to stay, so please don’t tell me that this isn’t enough.
I chose you long, long ago, knowing what I was getting myself into. And I’m convinced that I would’ve chosen you lifetimes before.”
Connotativewords | jl | Forever Endeavor  (via connotativewords)

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“I want to be with you,
it is as simple,
and as complicated as that.”
— Charles Bukowski  (via forlornes)

(Source: ephe, via georgia-dream)