“I am in love with the way you walk
I am in love with the way you hide your hands in the sleeves of that green hoodie you wear every day
I am in love with the way you start a conversation with me
I am in the love with the way you say my name
With the way you tap your pencil on the desk
With your sarcasm
With your voice
With the way you stare into my eyes when we’re talking
But none of these things matter
And slowly I’m trying to teach myself to hate them
Because when you wait for her at the end of the day
And walk her to the bus
And hold her hand
Something inside me breaks
So it’s better to hate the little things you do
Because I know for a fact
I could never
— It’s Better To Hate You Now Than Need You Later— Lily Rain (via wont-time-love-us)
“Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes, she loved me too.”
— Pablo Neruda - Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines [1924] (via past-it-haunts-me)

September 19th, 2014

i havent written a poem in a while, the magic of caits has been washed away by stress and the numbness of busyness

“And, in the end
The love you take
is equal to the love you make.”
Paul McCartneyThe Beatles Illustrated Lyrics (via feellng)
“I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.”
— Elay Neal Moses (via teenager90s)
Sonnet XVII - Pablo Neruda
Annabel Lee - Edgar Allen Poe
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond - E. E. Cummings