Ask me anything   Bleah.

"Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give others light"
Turkish Proverb (via noahhanifin)

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"Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer."
Azra.T, ”This Is How You Keep Her” (via oublies)

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I remember the first time I saw you, really saw you. We were young, sitting on the stairs at the front of my high school and at that very second, I knew that was it. I would have you forever or not have you at all. I could never have settled for in between.

Your nails were bitten down to make way for the cracked skin of your fingers and your hair curled in ringlets I could wrap around my fingers. You had the kind of smile that made other people smile. You said my name like I mattered. I realized it was because I did matter. I mattered to you.

I tried to write other things for you, about you, but none of them seemed honest enough. It always sounded like I wanted to make you a poem when all I ever wanted was for everyone to know it was possible to love someone that much. I wanted everyone to know it was possible for someone like me to love someone that much.

I’ve stopped trying to trick myself into thinking I don’t love you anymore. I do. I always will. I would’ve given you anything you wanted and I still probably would if you asked me to somehow. But what else can I do but accept that I will always love you and live with it? What else can others tell me about how stupid it is to love you that I haven’t already told myself? What else is there for me?

I don’t know where you are right now, I don’t know what you’re doing, but I tried to leave flowers at your grave today and I couldn’t find where you were buried. It shouldn’t have surprised me, because you always knew where to hide when you didn’t want to be found, but I just wanted to be done. I wanted to let you go.

Now I don’t think I ever will. It’s probably because you never wanted me to.

This is the Only Love Letter I’ve Ever Written (#613: July 18, 2014)

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