tan·gle n./v. even the way my fingers get caught in my hair in the mornings fills me with the worst kind of longing for your hands, for my fingers, unraveling the seam of your spine; for our necks, like swans, curving together.
(Source: frothic)
Sara Liz
mermaids, and The Sandlot. ☮
"Baby, be a simple kind of man, be something you love and understand."
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my soul, alight.
birthmarks
a bite mark
on my neck, wh
ere there were two
snake fangs, or m
aybe two stran
gers, off inthe distance,
never meeting;
maybe two comets,
suspended above
my clavicle with
out falling.an almond be
low my shoulder
blades where you
kiss me sometimes,
the colour of trees
in the fall and cara
mel lattes & spar
row feathers.one on
my shoulder,
a tiny ocean
lost in skin.and then,
all over my heart,
as if i were a
map
and ever since the
first day i have been
searching for you.
(Source: frothic)
school has just taught me so many helpful life lessons
like i don’t know what a mortgage is or how it works or what a tax refund is and how you even do taxes
but i know how to graph an imaginary number on a coordinate plane
(Source: apainforpayne, via vivalacheapthrills)
i thought of you, while in the shower
and i thought of how nice it’d be
to have your things among my things
along the bathtub’s edge
and i imagined myself running out of soap
and using yours
and wearing you to work, and the grocery store
and i imagined that night, laying down beside you
and smelling your neck
and finding out where all my soap had gone
(Source: abigailpaige, via the-thinker-of-tender-thoughts)
For now we are young: It was a thought I often drowned myself in at this time of night.
In how many houses was love being made at this very moment?
As I tirelessly try to fit fragments of contrasting memories together inside my brain,
who was being kissed for the first time?
Under how many roofs slept empty hearts, like my own, noticing someone who notices someone else, who…
