"The truth is, I don’t know if I’m going to be with you forever. All I know is if right now, I was able to choose the one person I could love for the rest of my life, I’d choose you. I’d choose you every goddamn day."
— I Love You but You’re So Far Away (#669: September 25, 2014)
I am so happy today. You have no idea how much you light you shine onto my life

I am so happy today. You have no idea how much you light you shine onto my life

Anonymous asked: I don't think you're rubbish either

Lol thanks but I never said I was rubbish??

I’m trash? So.. I’m confused?

blissbeau:

triple-six-kicks:

"I don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"

This hit me like a fucking train

blissbeau:

triple-six-kicks:

"I don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"

This hit me like a fucking train

Anonymous asked: You know you're not trash.

Thank you

I’m glad you think so

illthink0fabetterurllater:

Does anyone else ever have those nights where everything that’s happened before this exact moment seems incredibly surreal?

Tonight

"One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: “When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.” (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil—lighthouse of your universe—as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, “Nothing means as much without that person.” One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, “So you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?” “Of course not.” the professor replied. “Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more."
— (via melodiexo)

this is so real and important

a boy just offered to fly me to his house in the Caribbean for the weekend if i was having a bad time at school in an attempt to keep me from transferring.

rich boys that love me

"I love them in museums, on buses, sitting compact
in trains and on airplanes, running their fingers
through their hair, drunk at parties, stumbling home,
long-limbed and full of awkward grace, boys, yes,
lay on top of me or lay beside me, breathe light into
my ear. I love them angry and confrontational or soft
and philosophical. I want to curl up inside of them,
read their palms, make them pasta and bread
from scratch. I love them kissing me in the backseat
of a taxi cab or alone on the street corner, lost,
trying to find their way home. I love their throats,
their knobby elbows, their spines beneath a soft
cotton shirt. I love them at home, poised readily
over my Keurig, asking which flavor, if I want sugar.
I love their hands in my hair, undoing the braid,
fingernails to my scalp, yes, more, please don’t stop.
I love them in doorways, at the grocery store among
the cereals and unpronounceable cheeses; I love them
at night, pale shadows under lampposts, walking
away from me and into the men they’re going to be."
Kristina Haynes, “Boys” (via fleurishes)

ahhhhh