When you’re making love under LSD, it’s as though every cell in your body is making love with every cell in her body. Your hand doesn’t caress her skin but sinks down into and merges with ancient dynamos of ecstasy within her.
I realize, that overall, you weren’t worth it. There were moments with you that made me really, really happy; but the majority of the time you shut me out. That’s why I swear I’ll try and get over you. We might have had something really great, but I guess we’ll never know. I’ll never forget the good times I had with you, but I’ll also never forget how you hurt me more than anyone I have ever known.
First things first, dispose of everything that reminds you of them. The things that they gave you as a token that they are still thinking of you, that things are still going strong. Box it up, throw it out, and if you’re really ready to let go, burn it. Take the photographs of when things were still going good, off of your wall and off of your computer. But most importantly, remove and erase the photographs of when you were happy. Forget about how good you look in their flannel shirt. Cut it up and bring a piece to all of the places that you ever went to together. Leave the memory behind along with shreds, and along with the pain. There is no looking back now.
It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.
boys with collarbones (✿◠‿◠)
boys with clavicles (◕‿◕✿)
boys with spines (｡♥‿♥｡)
boys with patellas (≧◡≦)
boys with phalanges (◑‿◐)
boys with thoracic vertebrae (✿ ♥‿♥)
When you’re feeling down and out, REAL friends be like
okay but the guy in blue gets up and hold onto the back of the red guys shirt like a small child or perhaps a duckling
have you ever known somebody so shitty they completely ruin that first name for you?
me whenever i see a pigeon: nice