"But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both."

Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, “An Origin Story”    (via undeadlife)

(Source: larmoyante, via badtexter)

"I was just thinking about someone else touching you and now I can’t decide on whether I want to break their hands or my own."

i just want you all to myself, i’m sorry  (via childoflust)

(Source: the-psycho-cutie, via badtexter)


1. I could never remember to water the plants so you always did it for me. Its been a few weeks, they’re dead now and I think I am too

2. today I dropped a mug and it shattered at my feet and I think thats what my heart must look like inside of my chest, I hope you’re happy, thats all I’ve ever wanted for you anyway

3. something is missing inside me do you think I could come over to your place and look for it?

4. I scratched your favorite record, I’m not sure if i did it on purpose or not

5. when you speak your words mix with the stars, I cant even look at the night sky without feeling like I’m choking

6. you never cried over books, how is that even possible??

7. I’ve been sleeping in your old t-shirts, they feel like how you taste

8. do you remember the first time you stayed the night and you held me so tightly that we melted into each other? I’m still peeling bits of you off my skin

9. I’d let you kill me all over again if it meant I got to kiss you one more time

10. I quit smoking cigarettes because I saw you in the smoke. Thanks.

11. I still drown in you sometimes

12. I see you everywhere I wish you would leave me alone please please please stop haunting me you know I’ve always been afraid of ghosts

13. holy fuck I cant breathe without you

14. you’re the sun and the moon and all the stars and I find bits and pieces of you in everything and everywhere, you’re in my blood and on my tongue. I’ve been trying to bleed you out of my system. It isn’t working.

15. I wish I could hate you oh my fucking god


15 texts i never sent  (via extrasad)

(via badtexter)

"Water the plants. Call your mom. Check the mail. Write Erika a letter. Do not check to see if he’s called you. Take a walk around the park. Look at flights to cities he never set foot in. Do not allow your finger to tap out his name as you make a rhythm of checking your phone again and again and again. Buy groceries. Make yourself dinner. Do not berate yourself when, without thinking, you make enough for two. Do not use the extra food as an excuse to dine with his ghost. Put on the smooth jazz radio station and resist the urge to let your hands rest in the still-remembered areas he once occupied. Dance alone, not with the air. Quit telling yourself it still smells like him. Stale coffee and secondhand smoke were always your thing, not his. Take a bath. Blow dry your hair. Towel off his memory. Mouth “goodbye” so many times that it becomes muscle memory. Climb into bed and read poetry. Leave him in-between the pages. Leave him hanging off the last sentence of the last poem’s last stanza. Leave him, you deserve a good night’s sleep tonight."

To-Do List | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)