C'est la vie

You hold my hand like a child holds a flower. I’m still afraid you’ll pick off my petals sometimes, wondering if I love you the same way. I’m learning to touch your freckles like rain kisses a windshield. You’re learning to kiss me like it’s the last you’ll ever see me.
I have a horrible track record with people like you. My heart flutters in so many different directions and my hands get restless when they are held. I guess that I just don’t want I be tied down. Birds are meant to fly and breathe and everyone who’s ever loved me wanted to cage me. But you hold me with ease. You let me fly when I need to, and I’m learning to come back when you call me.
I can’t promise you the world or wings or that I will stay within a voice’s echo, but I can promise you I’ll come back. Not just when I need you, but when you need me.

I’m counting constellations and you’re the North Star.

I just want someone to scratch my back and kiss my forehead and stroke my face and press against me while I fall asleep. I’m exhausted and sore and just need some kind words and some reassurance I’m doing the right thing.

It’s been such a long week and it’s only Tuesday.

sapphirebones:

jaacknasty:

Probably the best 6 seconds ever. 

i fucking lost it

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cliffaddo:

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

This is literally the greatest.

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Falling in love a second time is better than the first. The second time around, you know what you’re doing. You know what you’re looking for. You know your worth and how a person is supposed to treat you. You realize how important the little things are. You stop obsessing over who pays and what they are thinking and whether or not they like your outfit. You start wanting to kiss every inch of them, not in lust, but genuine adoration. You take your time; you give yourself time to get used to the feeling, and you savor it. You taste other people when you kiss them but in a way, there’s something so beautiful about that.
All those people led them to you, to your lips, to your heart. And when they kiss you, it feels like a relief. It finally feels like home.

619fit-guy:

Great Quick Story:
A Little Girl Wanted to go to Disneyland to Meet Snow White.  This little girl believed Snow White would help her make her dream come true.  Her Dream was to see her Daddy come home from Afghanistan doing his tour in the Marines.
She met Snow White who took her to the Wishing Well and Snow White told her to make her wish and close her eyes and wish real strong…. When she opened up her eyes, her Daddy Magically appeared.

No Better place to make this happen than Disneyland. 

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Anonymous asked: I want to hold you. i want to pull you close, hold you tight and feel you pressed against me. I want to stare into your eyes and gaze upon your beautiful soul. I want to lay next to you, run my fingers through your hair and fall asleep listening to you breathe. Basically I want to be incredibly intimate with you, without ever being take our clothes off intimate.

I…what…what? This made me blush like crazy.
Anonymous, we can’t do this when I don’t know who you are.
We can’t do this without becoming friends first.

There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is— particularly the artist— particularly myself!

— Herman Hesse (via fuckyeahexistentialism)

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You want someone to fall in love with you but you refuse to let yourself trust someone.

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