These Things, They Save.

17felines:

There was a second - just one - when you were three years old
and still needed me to reach the top shelf where the sugar was
that I lifted you in the air and caught the look in your eye - one of wind
and night and land mines and, from that second, I knew you’d be impossible. 

wmho:

Today I got a good dose of a broken heart. Not a cracked heart from a boy, not losing my first “love,” and definitely not something Ben & Jerry can fix. Today is a day I might never forget; I don’t mean like the days I said that from Jr. High, High School, and college-because I’ve forgotten those…

17felines:

We don’t get to hold on to mediocre sex partners and old high school relationships because we’re afraid of being alone or of what we might find out about ourselves if we really had to stand on our own two feet and start living.

darlingdanya:

We should not have been on my couch, and the fire should not have been crackling orange, and it should not have been 5:37 in the morning. We should not have spoken; we should not have lost touch; we should not have met; we should not have loved in the first place. We should not have traveled…

yougoooglencoco:

I was once told that crying is not a sign of weakness. Ever since birth it has been a sign that we are alive.
I never understood the dynamics of crying. Why people cry. Let alone why I cry. I guess it’s a matter of what tugs your heartstrings & well, how hard it’s being tugged.
I hate to admit…

insightfulmiss:

Ask yourself what you are worried about if same-sex marriage is legalized. Whatever your answer is, ask yourself if you really believe what you just came up with. Homosexuality is not going to spread. It is not communicable. Society is not going to turn into a Lady Gaga video. Most gay couples I…

17felines:

that’s the thing about being sad

no matter how many oranges I peel, I’m still the same. can one person truly ever know another? at the heart of it all, the fleshy insides of a person, can two people stand together? or will the metaphorical antibodies chase them from the cavity and separate them in the chaos?

52hearts:

i’m starting to say my goodbyes, the only way i know how — quietly, in tip toe movements, as in the sound my fingers make when they walk down your spine, as in the whispers you breathe while asleep. i am starting to say farewell for the last time, in the only way i can, in the spaces between the…

52hearts:

heart too full

52hearts:

Won’t you get to know me and my soft fragile hands? And the way I’d like to write letters along your back with my fingers and have you guess all the things I cannot say? Won’t you get to know me and the way I like to spend my Sundays, lounging around in a huge sweatshirt and no pants with a…