Well, you’ll break his heart and he’ll break yours. But you won’t forget each other, even if one day you walk past him and neither of you acknowledges it. That’s the thing about first loves, you never forget them, they are the only person who gets your whole untouched heart. They get all the love you’ve saved up for this moment and they get to keep it forever. You may never speak again but you can guarantee that you can still picture his eyes looking into yours as he said those three words, the way he kissed you afterwards and couldn’t stop repeating those words over and over until you were both too tired to speak. However you’ll also always remember the last time he said those three words, and told you that he was going to come back for you, the way he made you believe that a happy ending did exist for both of you. Those memories will come back to you in waves, all the firsts and all the lasts, the good and the bad, but what’s important is the fact that your first love is just that, the first but not the last.
from me to you (via gemmarambles)
Ask any woman & she’ll tell you why Eve bit / into that apple. Why she chose the universe instead / of you.
Topaz Winters, from “Witch in Red,” published in heather press (via girlwoes)
I wish I lived in the city like when ur pissed and you wanna storm off for a while you can go anywhere, to a cafe or a museum or a fucking park like where the hell am I gonna storm off to here in suburbia fucking walgreens?????
ain’t that a bitch
and you’ll forget about the heartbreak you had at 19 when you’re 21, or tomorrow. please let it be tomorrow.
i’m trying to forget
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
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