“My mom taught me one thing:
You don’t always have to tell people you love them. You just have to give them no reason to doubt it.”—irishjulienne’s, saying i love you is not a habit (via restlessheartedchild)
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
I know you probably hate your body. You can probably think of thirty seven million things you would want to change about you if you could. I bet you look in the mirror and your eyes already know how to automatically land on the things that drive you crazy about you. I am absolutely sure that you…
“We have an obligation to read aloud to our children. To read them things they enjoy. To read to them stories we are already tired of. To do the voices, to make it interesting, and not to stop reading to them just because they learn to read to themselves. Use reading-aloud time as bonding time, as time when no phones are being checked, when the distractions of the world are put aside”—
Some days are worse than others. You just need to write, raw and unedited. You need to talk about how much your heart hurts on these days, how people that say they understand really don’t. You need to say that your parents who met at 18 are your role models, but couldn’t know what you feel at 23…
“If you can’t laugh together in bed, the chances are you are incompatible, anyway. I’d rather hear a girl laugh well than try to turn me on with long, silent, soulful, secret looks. If you can laugh with a woman, everything else falls into place.”—(via incessantcoffeedrinking)
“The same voice that spoke the world into existence also speaks to you in love. Do not belittle HIs power by proclaiming your sins or problems beyond His healing; He calls all by name and just as the world was born so are we into His family as sons and daughters of righteousness.”—God, Grace and The Gospel (via blissfulbeardsdoitbest)
“What I really mean to say is that I hope you aren’t held back because of a number. And that you don’t rush into things because it feels like time is slipping by. I hope you do what’s right for you. Hold on. Slow down. And breathe in. Your age is your age. But more importantly, your life is your life. Don’t change your journey so that it matches someone else’s. We need to walk different paths so the whole world can be explored. Revel in the differences. And enjoy where you are.”—…because I’m a twenty-something, todaywasmeaningful.wordpress.com (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
tell me about how lonely you are or tell me about why you keep waking up in the morning or talk to me about your mum’s eyes and your dad’s laugh. I don’t care about the weather and you don’t care about how my job’s going.
Women like me do not fall gracefully,
we stumble over our spines, trip over
our vowels, and collapse into your arms.
Our hearts are open books,
Russian novels containing fifty pages
on the way your voice drifts across
the telephone wires each night.
Our hearts are first drafts,
unedited verses about each and every
person we have ever loved: the stranger
on the subway, the girl who gave us a balloon,
the boy who stole our virginity
but not our heart.
Women like me will love you from a distance
of a thousand syllables while laying in your bed,
we will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible,
and when we leave you will finally understand
why storms are named after people.
“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love. I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”—Unknown (via suzywire)