can this be Tumblr’s motto?
Hello Mae. I love you.
if u ever feel bad about urself just think about the people who use their selfies as their lock screen or wallpaper
This is a letter full of all the things I’m too scared to say to you. For now. Because if I’m being honest, you are changing me, and I’ve found myself able to tell you things that I never could have told anyone. Like our night of confessions….and how everything changed a little after that.
Truth is, every time I smile, I’m thinking of you and I smile all the time. Literally. I apply my relationship with you to every song I hear. And now I only really like listening to happy music…or like “lets get out of here” and “stand up for what you believe in” music, because those don’t apply.
I know that this whole uppercase like thing depends on the 19th. But as each day goes by (tremendously slowly, by the way), I feel more and more like its just a given, like everything is going to go perfectly.
But that’s the scary part. You’re seem so fucking great and this kind of thing just doesn’t happen to me. This kind of thing really doesn’t happen to anyone. Not like this.
“I spoke to myself in the mirror for a while tonight, and made a promise, that I would never fuck up having you in my life.”
I won’t ever. No matter what happens, on the 19th or after that, you are in my life for giid. :) That’s the part I’m scared to tell you, though. Because I don’t want you to decide this weird half uppercase, half lowercase like thing we have going on is enough, and moving forward could be potentially not worth it. Because you will be my best friend for always. No matter what ever happens ever ever ever ever ever. ;;)
Here’s what our parents never taught us:
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.
You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.
You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.
You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.
All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.
One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.
Don’t be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.
But it’s okay. I promise.
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.
Shinji Moon, Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us (via dulcetdecember)