“You are something
even the poets
have not found the
words for, yet.”

i am trying to find the shape of you in these words, Emma Bleker (via rantwriteread)

“Alexithymia”

n. The inability to verbalize your emotions or lack of emotional response. Difficulty in experiencing, expressing, and describing emotion. A failure to express feelings either verbally or non-verbally, especially when talking about issues that would normally require an emotional response. Poor modulation of feelings, significantly reduced intensity in emotional expression. (via rantwriteread)

laprador:

grass stain - waxahatchee

All these boys want to fuck me, then forget me. They like having me there when they feel like it. Like the thought of me moaning their names and that’s it. They invite me over, say, make yourself at home. So I climb onto their fire escapes and shake.

All these boys like to text me late at night, when they’re bored. “Just thinking about you,” they say. And that’s it. Or they type, “I read your poetry. You’re going somewhere.” “What did you read?” I reply nervously. When they get back to me it’s one, two, three weeks later. It’s, “I don’t remember. Some stuff.” And that’s it.

I am wondering what they’d write if they wrote about me. “She was nice. Sort of pretty too. But mechanical. Preplanned. I don’t think I knew her much at all.”

Or worse, “We talked a few times. I liked the way her mouth looked. Wanted to feel it on me, you know? Thought about us fucking a few times…Yeah, I’d say I knew her pretty well.”

All these boys wipe their drool on me like I am just the flesh. Just a place to die in, for the night. Just a sweet thing to reflect on when they’re feeling heavy. Just an idea that they never got and still don’t want. And that’s it. That’s it.



And That’s It | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

“I just want somebody who will never stop choosing me.”

— (via trueheroinex)

“I’m in love with your voice
I’m in love with your personality
I’m in love with your face
I’m in love with your smile
I’m in love with your lips
I’m in love with your nose
I’m in love with your eyes
I’m in love with your freckles
I’m in love with your cheeks
I’m in love with your teeth
I’m in love with your tongue
I’m in love with your eyebrows
I’m in love with your hair
I’m in love with each individual eyelash
I’m in love with your body
I’m in love with your legs
I’m in love with your feet
I’m in love with your thighs
I’m in love with your waist
I’m in love with your back
I’m in love with your hips
I’m in love with your spine
I’m in love with your ribs
I’m in love with your chest
I’m in love with the veins in your neck
I’m in love with the marks on your skin
I’m in love with your birthmark
I’m in love with the way you sing to me
I’m in love with the way you bite your lip
I’m in love with your cute bum
I’m in love with how you make me laugh
I’m in love with your skin
I’m in love with your bones
I’m in love with the way you smell
I’m in love with the way you look at me
I’m in love with your laugh
I’m in love with your dorky quirks
I’m in love with the twilight in your eyes
I’m in love with the moonlight against your skin
But most of all
I’m in love with you.”

— 40 things I love about you (via everythingyoulovetoohate)

“I don’t know if I spend more time missing you,
or wanting to erase you.
Part of me wants you to talk to me again,
and part of me wants to force my brain to forget that we ever spoke in the first place.
But life isn’t the movie you studied for your English class last year.
I cannot erase you.
You cannot erase me.
So the only solution,
is for you to talk to me again.
Not because I want you back,
but because I need you around just long enough for me to let go.”

— Day 288 (via rantwriteread)