I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see...– Yohji Yamamoto (via berrynice)
One night, I find myself wedged in the backseat between our camp gear and my plus one. I am on the bleachers in the midst of the school band, of a school I was never a part of. I am sitting on a cliff edge looking up at every constellation, mentally naming off the ones I knew how to find. From here, I can see all of the city’s lights blurring against the horizon. I am separated from you by...
dyinginback: We tangled across old sheets, I clinging to you as dead ivy to a rotting fence post. You asked me what it all meant as we shared post-coital tea on the balcony. The wind was cool against our naked thighs. Nicotine and hibiscus. I told you with a straight face to trust me.
It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it...– John Green
Damn it. Damn it all.
There is never a right time for anything, but even now it hurts accepting that. I miss you and I am so, so sorry. I am looking for everything that isn’t you but that means that you are always in the foreground, the comparison I have to make and therefore think about everyday. Maybe if I tried harder, maybe if you tried harder. Maybe if we met a little later: down the road, up the road, off...
Anonymous asked: Not Liz, but nice try(;
Anonymous asked: You are beautiful inside and out.