Stardustt-child - Those Stars Man

“on days like this, i am small. i am quiet words, i am none of my teeth and fight and fury. i need you to be gentle to me. i need you to hold my hand. i need you to say: today your soul does not swell to fit your skin, and that’s okay. it’s okay to sometimes be tiny and shaking and afraid” - r.i.d. #inkskinned #rid

might just be me but I don't think how Ali played with Emily's feelings for so long is a good representation of a healthy relationship

we are two small stars, and the universe expands between us.

r.i.d (via inkskinned)

I wish I lived in the city like when ur pissed and you wanna storm off for a while you can go anywhere, to a cafe or a museum or a fucking park like where the hell am I gonna storm off to here in suburbia fucking walgreens?????

i’ve written you so many poems; i hope you know what it means that your name still tastes like poetry beneath my tongue.  Emma Bleker

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.

“You insist you don’t care about him anymore but somedays waking up feels like a reminder that he’s gone. “You insist you don’t care about him anymore. Maybe it’s only because he doesn’t care about you.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #220 (via blossomfully)