"I love you. All of you. Not just the parts that are pretty, or sweet, or nice. I love your bitterness. I love your jagged edges. I love the scar left by your heartbreak. I love everything about you."
— (via beatboxgoesthump)
(Source: eshusplayground, via dirtyknife)
The thought of you
being with someone else is
literally killing me.
And you couldn’t care less. Because
I am just one of the writhing bodies
that ruined your bed sheets.
— Sade Andria Zabala (xpsycho), excerpt from The Art of Losing You (via xpsycho)
(Source: xpsycho, via xpsycho)
"People hate that I flip two cigarettes
Upside down in each pack
But I hate that people notice
When you gain three pounds,
But not when you buy a new hat.
I’ve been told that the way I sleep
With one leg draped over
The person lying next to me
But I think it’s annoying
When people tell me
I look pretty,
But only when I paint my face.
I’ve heard that old men
Like to touch the girls who work late at bars,
But I want to know
Why they never kiss the women they married
fourty-two years ago.
I’ve noticed that mothers teach their daughters
That it’s rude to refuse a hug
From an uncle they’ve met three times,
But forget to teach them
That they aren’t obliged to kiss
The boy who paid for dinner."
— (via wellbothdrinkanddrive)
(Source: thewriterandthewildflower, via donejustdone)