I’ve Written You So Many Poems; I Hope You Know What It Means That Your Name Still Tastes Like Poetry

I wanna steal your socks for eternity

Your heart will become a dusty piano in the basement of a church and she will play you when no one is looking. Now you understand why it’s called an organ.

Rudy Francisco, “Like Every Other Man” (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)

I had so much hope for you

But is there ever a point when you realize “wow, so this is how it ends”? Or are our lives so filled with people fading away from each other that we don’t even notice that it happens anymore?

e.e. (via wordsparkle)

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)

we believe that love, no matter what, will save us. i don’t know if that’s beautiful, or foolish.

painonpaper (via wnq-writers)

stuff that happened in the past decade