“Do You Remember A Night When I Came Along The Dark Passage To Your Room In A Thunderstorm And We Lay

You come home. I welcome you with a kiss. I tell you how much I miss you, you chuckle. We sit on the couch, both holding a glass of wine, watching our favorite movie together. We know exactly what is about to happen, but we still watch it anyway, I think it's safer that way. I look at you, I can't believe you're here. I tell you I love you, you love me too. I never felt so happy in my life.

The movie ends and it's time to go to bed. You wrap your arms around me, tell me goodnight but I am already asleep. You smile to yourself. You have everything you want. You would never ask for more. I would never ask for more.

Another day, we're out. I made sandwiches, your favorite, you say, even though they taste terrible. We start to count the stars, as a joke. How far they all feel. I love you. I don't want you to go.

A new year. You come home. I welcome you with a kiss, and a smile. A strange smile, I may be crying. I can't tell. I put our record on. I take your hand. We sway. We dance slowly. Every night when you come home. In front of the window, dim lights, our song playing.

I love you. Forever. You never leave.

Every night. People of this town tell the story of the girl who dances alone by the window. The world stopped spinning, and the clocks stopped working for her. The girl whom nobody knows, they refuse to. Some pity her. Some accuse her of madness. But no one ever tells her. No one ever tells her that he stopped coming home for a long time.

the autobiography of red, anne carson // the hours, michael cunningham // autobiography of my hungers, eduardo c. corral // the embrace, ron hicks // to myself, ron hicks // desire, years and years // how to live safely in a science fictional universe, charles yu // birds hover the trampled field, richard siken //  romantic soul, ron hicks // ego, m. roosevelt & mitski

“Heartbreak is not always blood and crushed ribs and waking up in the middle of the night because you were choking on your own tears in your sleep. Sometimes it’s simply standing in the middle of the supermarket, trying not to throw up on the floor and attempting to stop your teeth from chattering and figuring out which loaf of bread you’re getting a better deal on at the same time.”

— (via extrasad)

"I am out with lanterns, looking for myself."

-Emily Dickinson, The Letters of Emily Dickinson

Ufff these handwriting 🖋️🖋️

I would never in my life get over this movie <3

I've never heard silence quite this loud.

"That is why I write to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance."

-Paulo Coelho

idk it just feels so good when you realize a fandom friend has become ur friend friend—y’know? like instead of only talking about ur common interest u start branching out and talking to each other about your lives, your other hobbies, and it’s even cooler to remain close if one or both of you lose interest in the fandom you met in. your bond, no longer dependent on the mutual love you had for some thing—now lies upon the kinship you’ve built. i think that’s beautiful

being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.