April 2010
1 post
March 2010
6 posts
emptiness...
For a while I forgot the little things about you. I couldn’t remember your voice, your smile, your touch, or your presence. It was hard for me to put your face to your name. It was all a blur to me…something of the past. But today I woke up and all the memories I have of you came rushing back. I remember the feel of being in your arms, the softness of your lips on mine, how delicately...
through it all
I love being held. I love when I am in someones arms, and I know that they would do anything for me. yea, I know its selfish but that is what I love. I love waking up to someone and smiling and having them smile back. When you are cold, and you are sharing a blanket and you have their sweatshirt on. your hair is all a mess and your breath smells and you nuzzle up to their neck and they nuzzle you...
Do you remember what I was when we first met? I’d built walls around my heart, gated them, and thrown away the key. I had been hurt, I told you from the beginning. I’d been used, tricked, played with, but most of all, hurt. I thought it best to never fall in love again. So I locked my heart.
You figured it out quite soon. I said don’t fall in love with me. I cannot fall in love...
“I have been through a lot and have suffered a great deal. But I have had lots of...”
– Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis (via overflowing)
I remember
I remember everything since the day we were together till the day that things ended between us. How we could just go around shouting in public not bothering if anybody thought that we were crazy because all we wanted was just to see each other smile & laugh and that’d be enough. How he showed me a side of him that nobody has ever seen before - a gentle yet vulnerable side. He was mine,...
February 2010
6 posts
etherealgold:
youarebonbon:
shitgaze:
I know what my heart is like since your love died: it is like a hollow ledge holding a little pool left there by the tide— a little tepid pool, drying inward from the edge.
Ebb | Edna St. Vincent Millay
expose:
what happens when love has already reached its epitome? Will it all go downhill from there? I don’t know. It might be lovely for a while, but I think love does fade, for whatever reason - you might never stop loving someone, but you won’t always love them all the same. I wouldn’t know though. I don’t believe in love. Ask + Tell http://www.formspring.com/forms/?640138-YD9YXy2XGe
May 2009
50 posts
“When it comes to relationships, maybe we’re all in glass houses and shouldn’t...”
– Sex & The City (via chrisabigail) (via overflowing)
