i love everything about the way you make me fall apart, it’s been 2 whole years and it still stings when you don’t call but i haven’t lost my grip the way i thought i was suppose to, and i haven’t forgotten the way you tasted, and you haven’t stop coming back around at the most inconvenient times, because for some reason we love the burn, we love the way it hurts to see each other in someone else’s arms, we love the way we always end up back together.
(via weallwritealong)
you still have so many years to meet so many people you never knew you could love so much
What does it really matter who said "I love you," first if I am the last to hang on?
Excerpt from a book I haven’t written yet
Lucida is defined as the brightest star in a constellation. And in the constellation of my life, well, you were the lucida.
(via pretty-prose)
me about to talk in public: *rehearses what im going to say 50 times in my brain*
me: today how you are
You're not the same boy and I'm not the same girl we were when we fell in and out of love. That is both heart-wrenching and relieving.
I still remember who you were
I look at the cover of our love story and acknowledge that there will never be another one quite like it, and I make peace with it.
c.e.
I WANNA MAKE MORE MISTAKES
That love you lost, I promise it won’t be the last. Sometimes you’ll find it again at a friends birthday party or you’ll look up from getting a box of cereal and see it standing there. But please, don’t give up looking for the love that will always find its way back to you.
Its searching for you too (via kenzielikestowrite)
I’d cross oceans for u xo
speaking as someone who has literally crossed oceans for people, don’t