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““I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.”
— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132 (via blossomfully)
“You are poetry in a person,“ she spoke softly. Her eyes glistened up toward him, “you make me, a writer, lose all sense of words to describe you. And that both terrifies and exhilarates me in the most comforting way.” Then, after a pause, “But I want you to know that I’m ready, I’m ready for all of it.”
— (via her-minds-a-mess)
And he had never been a religious man, but dear god when she held him he believed in something.
-C.C.
And I want to walk around every other city in this world with you, cold and a bit drunk, hand in hand, with foot steps in sync, and a smile glued to my face
-C.C.
God was angry that day. Turning the skies a dark gray and letting water fall like tear drops after a broken heart. Relentlessly. The roads were wet, it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault my eyes were clouded or that I was out driving during such a dangerous time. He didn’t see me and I didn’t see him. It sounded like an explosion, the metals of our cars clashing unforgivingly. It wasn’t his fault humans are created so fragile or that I stopped wearing a seat belt. The newspaper said I didn’t suffer, death had accepted me with open arms and I was never one to protest.
-C.C.
He kissed me. And it set my entire body ablaze. When his tongue went into my mouth, it was as if he was pouring gasoline into an open wound. I’m the open wound. But somehow instead of turning me into ashes, it ignited me, it brought me back to life. And trust me, I’d rather burn then feel numb for a second longer.
-C.C.
Anonymous asked:
Yesterday you called me at 3 am telling me you needed me. The next day at 7 am, you're wrapped in my bedding. I can't believe I'm really laying next to you. You look the same as you did even you left me; when you broke my heart the first time, and it's like looking at a beautiful ghost. Because now looking at you, I realize I never stopped loving you over the last year. Our relationships that we have had since don't matter, because here we are. In my bed. Please don't break my heart again.
late-nights-and-daydreams answered:
Go on/off anon and pretend we’re the person you want to talk to, and get everything off your chest.
