Me: i wanna get hit by a car
Her: what kind of car?
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You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.
(via michaela-margaret)
Richard Siken, You Are Jeff from his book Crush (let’s be good humans and give artists credit please)
We are drawn to car wrecks and police sirens and we pour salt on slugs just to watch them suffer and we say we want love. We say we want love more than anything else.
Amanda Helm (via amandaspoetry)
Letters To The Next Girl That Loves You –
He is terrified of needles
and driving on highways
and falling in love.
He will not tell you that his brother died
from a heroin overdose,
or how he crashed his first car two days after getting it,
or that every time he’s handed his heart to someone,
they said it was too heavy
but if you listen closely,
you will know.There are seventeen scars on his left arm
in the shape of cigarette lighters.
There are many things he will never talk about.
That is one of them.Sometimes he will drive too fast.
Do not let this scare you.
There are things he
needs to run away from. Let him.His mother will call you
by the wrong name and his father
will give you dirty looks
when you go downstairs in the morning.
At first this will bother you,
but then you’ll be reminded of
the girls with hearts carved out of stone
that left their son so broken
he could not speak for six days
and then tried to set fire to everything
they ever touched,
including himself.
You will understand their apprehensive stares.
You will understand why his hands
never stop shaking.There is always a new flavor of smoke
clinging to him.
Somehow, it will always remind you of home.
Somehow, you will always feel homesick
when he’s gone.By the time he gets to you,
he will have already convinced himself
he was not made for love
and on some days,
you will wonder if he loves you at all.
If you’re reading this,
the answer is yes.His heart is tied to his ribcage by a thread
and sometimes you will not find a heartbeat
but if you shake him hard enough,
you will hear it.
I promise you he will get better.What I’m trying to say is,
I hope you’re the last girl
that has to read this letter.
Letters To The Next Girl That Loves You // Lindsey Hobart (via heartofthebitter-mindofapoet)
I promise to love you:
at 6am when you’re waking to go to work, to school, or whatever road life takes you on, and when you didn’t sleep well, your hair is a mess, and your eyes are sleepy.
at 8am when we say goodbye for the day and you’re rushing out the door with a cup of tea and your car keys in the other hand.
at 5pm when you’re exhausted from the day and people have worn you out and you feel like crying, and falling asleep and escaping from everything. I will kiss your forehead, and wrap myself in your arms.
at 10pm when you’re heading to bed, even though you won’t sleep for hours. Especially when we become a human knot wrapped up in sheets and kisses.
at 3am when loneliness and sadness do not destroy you, but consume you and when you weep without an explanation, I’ll kiss your lips softly and tell you you’re the absolute best and that things will be better soon
I will love you when you grow old, and I will love you after that. I will love you if I’m no longer here. I will love you, I will love you, and I will love you.
(via sadnightss)
