her name rolls off his lips,
drizzles through her mind,
raindrops sliding down
the window on a drive to nowhere.
that look in his eyes
(the twinkle every girl who lost her heart knows,)
slows the spin of the world,
speeds the crashing beat in her chest.
fingertips trace over her skin,
soft as thunder
in the fading sunshine,
the lazy shade of another passing day
turning doubt into belief, he tells her
and every day the sun rises.
• About me
• Ask me anything
the inventory
i can still hear the sound of you saying, ‘don’t go.’
i still would like getting a mix cd from a boy. i’m just saying.
in case anyone i’ve ever dated reads this, i’ve kept everything you’ve ever given me. it’s all in a box of memories high on a shelf in my room. and whenever i have to add more to it, i go back through it all and smile. thank you for your love, even if it didn’t last.
you still have mine.
if you get out there and find that it’s not what you thought it’d be, remember me.
“It’s a mystery of human chemistry and I don’t understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.”
— Nick Hornby, High Fidelity (via anditslove)
(Source: gaws, via anditslove)
he’s got his daddy’s hard smile but his mama’s kind eyes, and somewhere in between them he’s tryin’ for your heart.
if i’m such a handful then unclench your fist and let me go.
i never learned how to give up.
that crooked half-smile of yours. i still can’t tell the difference between mockery and a dare when you look at me like that.
“I find that most people worth knowing are fucked up in some way or another.”
— Jonathan Tropper, ‘The Book of Joe’ (via shetakesflight)
