When it is but it aint
@1 week ago with 4046 notes
Some of us love badly. Sometimes the love is the type of love that implodes. Folds in on itself. Eats its insides. Turns wine to poison. Behaves poorly in restaurants. Drinks. Kisses other people. Comes back to your bed at 4am smelling like everything outside. Asks about your ex. Is jealous of your ex. Thinks everyone a rival. Some of us love others badly, love ourselves worse. Some of us love horrid, love beastly. Love sick love anti light. Sometimes the love can’t go home at night, can’t sleep with itself cannot contain itself, catches fire, destroys the belly, strips buildings, goes missing. Punches. Smashes heirlooms. Tells lies. The best lies. Fucks around. Writes poems, impresses people. Chases lovers into corners. Leaves them longing. Sea sick. Says yes. Means anything but. Tricks the body. Kills the body. Dances wild and walks away, smiling.
|Guy in my class on the topic of the school trip:||Wait. There's only two beds per room? Whoa. No way. I am not sleeping with one of you. I'm not, like, gay or something. Cant we just pay for another room? Like, I'm not gay.|
|His friend:||Dude just because we're sharing a bed doesn't mean you're gonna be waking up to a fresh cup of my dick up your ass|
Anonymous said: how would you explain love to someone who doesn't believe in it?
@1 week ago with 403 notes
It’s like driving on a really long road at night. It’s like how warm it feels to be in bed after a long day. It’s the way your stomach feels when you’ve just hit a dip on the road. It’s bright lights. It’s drinking water after you’ve been thirsty. It’s the first hit of alcohol at the back of your throat. Love is the first building to ever be constructed. It’s taking your contact lenses out at night. Love is the woman who stands at the side of the road and lures men to their deaths. Love is patient, love is kind. Love is brutal.
@1 week ago with 310 notes
Truth: I am better as a concept.
The reality of you is more beautiful then anything that I could fabricate.