Sometimes, but only most of the time, taking care of myself is difficult. I don’t always ask the right questions.
I forget to take out the trash because
I tell myself that my boyfriend will do it.
I don’t have a boyfriend.
When my hands start to shake, I hold them.
Kristina Haynes, “I Have Survived A Lot of Things”
There is so much dedicated to first loves and first kisses and first times, but I want to read more about second loves. The kind of love you can appreciate and understand and fight for because you were dragged through an embarrassing, disappointing, and dull first “love.” I want more celebration of the person who comes after the person you gave it all to. I want poems and stories and songs about what it feels like to love again. And again. And again.
have u ever felt so deeply for someone that you wanted to go to music school and dedicate years to learning how to compose so you could write a symphony about how much you enjoy the way the sun hits her hair
First handling of Louis, the female leopard gecko
wow cutest picture of tumblr hands down
How foolish it is to think we love only with our hearts. The heart is just an organ with a job to do, a quota to fill. When I love I don’t want to love with a blood-pumping machine. I want to love with every inch of my body.
I will love you with my knees and my fingertips, with my elbows and my collarbones. With my freckles and my knuckles, my wrinkles and my scars. And I will love you with all the spaces in between.