Do You Ever Get Sad Over Something That Happened A Long Time Ago Because I Do 

there’s a ten year old boy in my high school honors math class who speaks six different languages.

You have to let it all go. The way he kissed you, the way he smelled, the way he touched your waist and pulled you in. You have to let it go and you have to let him go. Because that’s who he was, not who he is.

(via the-taintedtruth)

the artist’s guide to falling in love;

I. Find someone who makes your heart flutter, in a small, innocent way. Maybe it’s their cheekbones or their laugh or their music taste. Romanticise it in every way possible.

II.Fall way harder than you ever intended to. Write poetry about them and listen to songs that make you ache to remind yourself of them and pine after them in the most pathetic way possible. Reason with yourself that this is pain is good for your creativity.

III.Tell them, out loud or otherwise, but let the words slip out your lips, waterfalls, and tidal waves of destruction out of your mouth. If they don’t feel the same, go home and write poetry about rejection and revenge. Press backspace on it all and let numbness take over. If they feel the same, fall harder, the way angels do when they fall from heaven.

IV. Romanticise everything. The two freckles on their right eyebrow and their hands and fingers and the way they breathe. The way they take their coffee and the fact that they really want to spend time with you. Make yourself ache in the best way possible and occupy your mind with their smell, their favourite films, and every conversation you’ve ever had with them.

V. Watch it fall apart without really realising that it’s happening. Let yourself yell and scream and try to keep it together and remember how much you love the freckles on their eyebrow but forget that they like their coffee without milk or sugar and forget to understand. When they leave, remember they have black coffee and that you’re not enough, you’re not enough for tropical thunderstorms and summer breezes. Begin to write more poetry about heartbreak and wish you could make it stop. Dream of hurricanes and lightning.

VI. Make to do lists and begin to feel okay in the wake of their absence. Drink tea and practise self-care, see the friends you neglected, and remember that the next time you fall in love, you will understand; remember how they take their coffee and their tea, and remember to love both the freckles and the scars, inside and out. Remember to love who they are, and not just their aesthetics. Don’t just love the thunderstorm, love all of the weather that they bring.

Girls that love gay guys but are disgusted by lesbians.

Casual rubbing and caressing while cuddling/napping is so good. Like yes I know I’m about to pass out while laying on your chest but feel free to grab my butt.

I wanna make that boy fall in love with his smile

“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

You're not the same boy and I'm not the same girl we were when we fell in and out of love. That is both heart-wrenching and relieving.

I still remember who you were