you're all cunts

“I look at you, and I’m home. There is no one else in this world that I feel both comfortable and nervous around, but still feel good about myself. Everyone is either one or the other, and I don’t let people see me the way you do.”

“if you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her maybe you should take a look at your hands”

“And I learned ‘You deserve better’ was sometimes no more than a synonym for ‘I don’t want to hurt you, and I want you to be happy, but I don’t love you anymore.’”

“I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: Whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap, your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.”

“My pillow isn’t as comfortable as your chest.”

“Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man.”

staygrandbeiconic:

“I was shaking with fear when i called you at 4:23am and you comforted me back to sleep. Sometimes I got scared that you didn’t love me. I woke up a few hours later to you by my side holding me and all my pieces together. You kissed me on my forehead and hugged me tight as you whispered “I love you forever.” 2 years later its 4:23am again and i’m scared to even dial your fucking number.”