Dainty Words

"I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere."

alymayholt:

lilbaby2:

hopefor-thehopeless:

you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell like flowers blossom in her hair
and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head of dark hair and tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met
and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with dirty water and vomit up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I fucking love you
and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed and I almost told you that you are my night sky
and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower and you can’t escape the light of the moon

just beautiful

wow holy shit

alymayholt:

lilbaby2:

hopefor-thehopeless:

you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell like flowers blossom in her hair

and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head of dark hair and tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met

and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with dirty water and vomit up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I fucking love you

and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed and I almost told you that you are my night sky

and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower and you can’t escape the light of the moon

just beautiful

wow holy shit

(via coffeecupsatmidnight)

“It just happens to be the way that I’m made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them.”

—   Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via aestheticintrovert)

“What we read and why we do so defines us in a profound way. You are what you read, I suppose. Browsing through someone’s library is like peeking into their DNA.”

—   Guillermo del Toro, Introduction to The Best American Nonrequired Reading (via feellng)

(Source: feellng, via langleav)

“The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation”

—   Monica Drake- Clown Girl (via yeezy2016)

(Source: sweetcheeksaremadeofthese, via langleav)

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”

—   Jack Kerouac (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: feellng, via aestheticintrovert)

fxvl:

Intimacy.

Minolta XG-1. 

(via coffeecupsatmidnight)

August 15, 2014

I used to feel so tired and restless, no matter what amount of sleep I got. But ever since I started taking my vitamins and iron pills, I actually feel wide awake throughout the day. But now I’ve just come to realize, that I really need to get my shit together. I start school in a couple of weeks, and I’m going to try my hardest not to drop any classes this semester. I need to get a damn job and get out of this fucking house, because I feel like the longer I stay here, the longer I’m going to hold myself back. I’ve suffered too much in this room, and I’ve grown way too comfortable with it. I need a change, a big change. But nothing too big that it’ll trigger my anxiety and cause me to crawl back into my little whole of isolation. I seriously got to get my shit together, I just don’t know where to start.

http://aestheticintrovert.tumblr.com/post/94427744042/onehundredstoriesdown-dear-heart-i-salute-you

onehundredstoriesdown:

dear heart
I salute you

you are more resilient than
I could ever hope to be

you have gathered yourself
up
from the battlefield of
unrequited love

and you have returned home
scarred and broken
and plagued by memory

and yet you are here
again
once more…

mindofmedeusa:

The last thing I remember,
I was kind of happy,
the type of woman
in full control
of her thoughts and movements.

The next thing I know,
I wake up crushed and
shriveled in your palm,
the lines of which I am
tired of studying, for they
lead nowhere.

I don’t know which
drug was given to me,
or any other excuse for
such a delusional
time-lapse, but I don’t recall
asking to love you.

(via aestheticintrovert)