In general, people are not drawn to perfection in others. People are drawn to shared interests, shared problems, and an individual’s life energy. Humans connect with humans. Hiding one’s humanity and trying to project an image of perfection makes a person vague, slippery, lifeless, and uninteresting.
- Robert Glover, No More Mr. Nice Guy: A Proven Plan for Getting What You Want in Love, Sex, and Life (via yesdarlingido)(Source: fyp-psychology.com, via yesdarlingido)
No longer a concept, but my view right now: The puppy is telling the purple elephant he means business. Soft mouth, sharp teeth, baby bark. Today, he’s conquered his fear of the washing machine and peed outside like a champion, twice. I’m folding my husband’s sweaters, sipping on sweet coffee, and humming a melody they don’t play on the radio anymore. Today has been endless amounts of light.
- Schuyler Peck (via schuylerpeck)
Depression will be the third wheel
who invited himself into our relationship.
He will wedge between our shoulders
at movie theaters and stretch out between
our bodies in bed. I’ll try to kiss you
but he will get in the way over and over.
Kissing him will taste like swallowing sand.
You’ll make a joke and he’ll laugh
with my puppet-mouth and we will,
all three of us,
feel empty.
- THIRD WHEEL by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)who invited himself into our relationship.
He will wedge between our shoulders
at movie theaters and stretch out between
our bodies in bed. I’ll try to kiss you
but he will get in the way over and over.
Kissing him will taste like swallowing sand.
You’ll make a joke and he’ll laugh
with my puppet-mouth and we will,
all three of us,
feel empty.
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You were a city / exiled from skin, your mouth a burning church.
- Warsan Shire, from Questions for Miriam(via nemophilies)
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If someone treats you like you are unimportant, it is a reflection of them and what they value out of relationships. It is not a reflection of you or your worth as person. You don’t have to prove your importance to other people.
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You want to fuck me.
You want to fuck me.
You want my hands,
wrapped around your delicate little throat,
your back hitting the wall,
rhythmically,
rhythmically,
like freight train cylinders
without a stop in sight.I want to make love to you.
I want to leave kisses,
on your collar bones and shoulders,
where I know the weight was too much for you,
coating your wrists
where the scars once burned.
I want my lips to mend the doorways
you tried to leave this life through.You want to make love to me.
You want to leave that tingling sensation
under my skin as your fingers drag across it
as if your touch were the vessels of a million
little lightning bugs
that illuminated my insides
like the light you brought into my life.I want to fuck you.
I want to leave bruises and bites marks
where you can’t try and conceal,
so the men on the street can look and see
that there was an animal that took you moments ago.
I want you to look in the mirror long after I’ve left,
as your eyes dart over the raw skin, remembering,
and feel your breath catch,
you breath get shallow,
and your thighs moisten all over again.But we can have both.
You can speak a thousand words into my mouth when
our tongues touch and dance a hot
and wonderfully awkward dance,I can throw myself between your thighs
quick and rough and throbbing
and get completely lost in you
just like I’ve always wantedyou can claw your name into my back
so even when we haven’t talked in weeks
I can touch myself and feel the tougher skin
you left me withI can kiss your chest and your stomach and your hips
and let my lips and tongue explore
every fold and every petal
breathing my hot breath into you
until you completely and totally burst
quivering and shaking on the cheap mattress we call our own.We can have both
Because we have each other.
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For what it’s worth: It’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)(via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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