It happened in 2012


I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you


I am too loud and too opinionated and so are you. We disagree and I can’t stand your parents and you hate being home and who hates being home and something just feels off between us and denying that doesn’t work; denying that feels like settling

I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.
Waiting for Godot  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

Reblogged from That Kind Of Woman


I have no control my thoughts wander off


Okay. I remember you making me laugh a lot. You’re very funny but you know that. And you liked to listen to this one song a lot whenever we would make out. It was hilarious. You’d act like it accidentally came on when you had clearly cued it. Um, I remember your family was crazy. I remember us taking the train a lot one summer. And


‘Like’ is a pompom, it’s a firework. It’s celebratory and exciting. But love? Love is a tattoo. Love is a 16-car pileup. Love is a scar. Permanent; crippling; ugly.


and the next thing you know, you think youre in love with both of them simply because youve been raised to believe that the only polite response to the words ‘i love you’ is ‘i love you too’, and the next thing you know, you think youre in love with only one of them, because youre feeling too guilty to handle loving them both. haha

Tags: heart burn


He had heard that women often love unattractive, simple people, but he did not believe it, because he judged by himself, and could only love beautiful, mysterious, and special women.


i love you you i love you like there’s no tomorrow


The trick to being truly creative, I’ve always maintained, is to be completely unselfconscious. To resist the urge to self-censor. To not-give-a-shit what anybody thinks. That’s why children are so good at it. And why people with Volkswagens, and mortgages, Personal Equity Plans and matching Lois Vutton luggage are not.