Your first love ending is the feeling of the car door slamming on your fingers, and as it drives away with your half-ended tendons, you can’t help but think about how beautifully the light reflects off the hood. Your first love leaving is the sound the paintbrush makes as it cracks into two pieces right before the brushstroke that makes an artwork into a masterpiece. Your first love hurting you is the rush of the water down the bathtub drain, sinking sinking sinking like a pile of stones in the pit of your stomach, before disappearing forever simply because you no longer think about it. Your final love is the feeling of a symphony orchestra playing your heartstrings like a harpsichord to the tune of the song that never fails to turn your lover’s lips upwards like a sunset that happened to flip itself on its back to reveal its pink belly to the world. Your final love is the sound of the robins singing their good mornings outside the bedroom window as you open your eyes against their neck at the crack of dawn, before pulling them closer and slipping back under. Your final love leaving is with a note that says “see you tonight for dinner, I love you, be safe” and you tuck it in your breast pocket because that’s the closest you can touch it to your heart and you start heating up the oven because you are so excited to kiss their cheeks that night.
1:28 AM: THE FUTURE (k.p.k)
we believe that love, no matter what, will save us. i don’t know if that’s beautiful, or foolish.
painonpaper (via wnq-writers)
There is a place where the stars are not afraid to explode to fill empty, endless skies. Where the moon and sun exist together, side by side, at the same time. Where the meteors find home in a constellation. And that is where, you will find me.
Lukas W. // Come and find me (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
I imagine being states, continents, and even worlds apart but still remembering you, being you halfway around the world someday
siempre estás en mi mente
Maybe we all have a lot of soul mates, each for a different time in our lives. Maybe every person we ever love is a soulmate in some sense, and that’s why they mean so much to us, that’ s why they’ re so hard to forget. People change and fall out of love, but that doesn’t mean that at one time, they weren’t perfect for each other.
Anonymous (via wordsnquotes)
Grease (1978)
someone needs to take the taylor swift subreddit away from me
you have stardust running through your veins. you are a child of the cosmos, blessed with the power to turn tides with a click of your fingers. there is so much magic locked inside your bones, if only you knew how to use it. so please do not give up. there is stardust running through your veins; you are a child of the cosmos, you are special.
stardust, MTR (via thedelicatewords)
need someone to fuck me hard