sylvia plath, excerpt of the rival

Heart strings like kindling– Lily Rain

Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.”  (via cultivate-solitude)

Cannot emphasize this enough.

You’re studying because you want to get a good grade, you’re studying because you want to show that you’re capable, you’re studying because you want to go to your favorite university, you’re studying because you want to be a doctor, a judge, an engineer, an artist, whatever you dream of. You’re studying because you wanna do what you love. You’re studying what you hate because you want to do amazing things one day. You’re studying because you have a goal. You’re conflicted because you care. You’re procrastinating because you think you won’t be good enough, so why even try? But let me tell you, if you keep lying down and just thinking about your ambitions, they will never come true. You gotta work for it. It won’t be easy, but it will be worth it. I promise you it will be worth it. And don’t think, not even for a second, that you can’t do it. Don’t make excuses. You CAN and WILL do it. You’re studying because it will help you do it.

You Only Love Twice, Lexi Blake (via garlicbreadandrye)

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n.t. (via tagharyen)

I miss driving in your car I miss the way that the wind would feel Through my hair Like your fingers as we Made love that night How the stars would look as if Diamonds trapped in the air Or crystals in a chandelier hanging with the moon And I love the way that you Smiled at me That playful way your eyebrows would kit And furrow I miss the way I fell asleep in your car With your radio gently humming me To sleep With your hand on my thigh Just reminding me That you are there Behind the wheel Next to me And I lost myself in those moments They possess me and own me And they haunt me now As I sit here Alone missing you Knowing that you do not miss me And that when I think of you You think of someone else And I look back On those memories With rose tinted glasses Taped onto my head When I look back On that moment which seemed All too good to be true Those moments which were the best days of my life The ones that are the foundations of my future That I build every love I have had Will have Upon And they cannot compare To those blissful moments The simplest joys of falling asleep beside you Of watching the sunset from your balcony Of listening to you play guitar Of being in bed with you With my fingers in your hair Running against your tattoo Your skin And yours against my chest Against my thighs And against my lips All the kisses which we would share They possess me I tell you now they cling like demons I cannot exorcize sins I regret yet somehow Love them Obsess over them in a deep Sickly sense of infactuation And so That is what has become of me since I met you Since I missed driving in your car

Merriam-Webster savage af