serene
Please love me bravely. :-(

I believe that
your soul

and
my soul

are
very

old friends.

Mandeq Ahmed, “Mates”  (via lovequotesrus)
There is salt water
pumping through your veins
and your eyes are the deepest parts
of the ocean
and last summer I went for a swim
but the current took me out too far
and I ended up twenty feet under gasping for air
this summer the ocean is calling me drunk at 3 am and I can’t give in
I can’t let myself sink to the bottom
and drown in you all over again
you broke my heart and now you want another chance - e-xhilrate (via perfect)
A good writer with a sad idea and a malicious side is a person to fear.

Me. Cause it’s true. (via godiscobalt)

(via counterpunches)

When people say ‘This is my baby,’ they don’t always mean a baby. Sometimes they mean a dog. A Somali student, on what has surprised her most about the United States.  (via 33113)
I’m shy but I will fuck the shit out of you (via yung-pikachu)
lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here
If you don’t end up smiling while you are kissing someone, you are probably kissing the wrong person. I wish I learned this before (via lil-plant-princess)

My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I met you on a Sunday, right
after church.
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.

on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
thing.
“how about you?”

me?
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.

three questions | Caitlyn Siehl  (via soy-person)
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