do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Sometimes I wonder what the fuck I’m doing. Am I ready for this? Am I ready for a different face, a different taste? A deeper voice pronouncing the word ‘stay’ or teeth not quite as square? Can I lose myself in eyes that are missing the darker tone of blue than what I’m used to, and am I okay to never see the freckle that lies on your waterline? Am I prepared for new inside jokes and a laugh that doesn’t sound like the coughing fit of a man with a three week old cold? I’m not sure. I’m not sure if I’m ready to have my dreams invaded with some else’s lips. But I guess I have to be.
Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible.
I love you more then anything
and sometimes I can get really
fucked up but the very fact that
I have you and you still understand
and love me though thick and thin
means everything to me.
If you were a drug, there wouldn’t be a sober vein in my body.
I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.