It starts the same:
You’re looking good
and I’m drunk enough to make a move.
All of the sudden,
you’re unlocking your door
and I’ll accidentally half-slam it behind me;
we’ll both be naked before
we make it to your bed.

I live for these nights.
It’s half-sober moments of pure honesty
and the constant are you okay’s.
It’s smoking out the window so you don’t
set the fire alarm off and
the one time you shook so hard
I didn’t think you’d stop.
Your body is my safe space;
your lips are my fucking home.

It ends the same:
you’ll say it’s getting late
and I’ll look for my clothes,
while praying to every single god
that you ask me to stay the night.

I sneak down the hallway
and pretend it doesn’t kill me.
I crawl into my bed
and pretend it doesn’t kill me.
I wake up in the morning,
run through every detail,
and pretend it doesn’t kill me.
I see you the next day
and pretend it doesn’t kill me.

It kills me.

― always (via amoribus)
Make sure you don’t start seeing yourself through the eyes of those who don’t value you. Know your worth even if they don’t.
Thema Davis (via minuty)

(Source: pizzes)

It’s a fucked up world we live in where people think war will solve their problems.
― Mark Patterson, @Expherience (via kushandwizdom)
Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.
― Anita Krizzan (via quotethat)
I’m not surprised that you don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, I just don’t think that very many people, especially your age, would be able to keep up with you. You know you are and you know what you want to do. Your eyes light up when you talk about your passions, and you’re not afraid to defy social norms and be who you are. And all this, this scares people.
― The best compliment I’ve ever received (via lifebykyla)
And suddenly, we were strangers again.
― Six Word Story  (via hefuckin)

(Source: diamondry)

oh how dumb was I thinking we could be something?
― love fucked me up (via incanddescent)

I’ve been told that alcohol is bad for me.
I’ve also been told that loving you is bad for me.

I’m still drinking

― I.S (via in-toxicxted)

(Source: acrylian)