This scene changed my life
Mine too lmao
(Source: mrchandlerbings, via goldenpoc)
friend: don’t you ever worry about men thinking you’re high maintenance?
me: *in a silk bathrobe, on my 5th step of my PM skincare routine, trying to choose between 8 colors to paint my nails according to what best suits my mood and skintone, a cup of dandelion tea cools on the counter top, mixed with lemon, chia seeds, and raw honey* nah
(via alex-allyce)
If I sent you a nude in 2018 then please don’t contact me in 2019. I’m leaving y’all here. Thank you ❤️
“They amputated your thighs off my hips. As far as I’m concerned they are all surgeons. All of them. They dismantled us each from the other. As far as I’m concerned they are all engineers. All of them. A pity. We were such a good and loving invention. An airplane made from a man and wife. Wings and everything. We hovered a little above the earth. We even flew a little.”— Yehuda Amichai, “A Pity. We Were Such A Good Invention” (via pale-afternoon)
I’ve been hanging out with P for the better part of five months, except for the two months he went home. I don’t want this to be the end but I know this is the end.
He couldn’t and I wouldn’t get him to open up more than he was. Or to trust me more than he did. I couldn’t show him any more of myself or be any more of myself than I already had. I couldn’t make him see what I knew.
I have prayed what feels like a thousand prayers for that man. But at the end of the day, you can only reach someone as deeply as they’ve met themselves.
I wish him peace and prosperity and happiness on his journey. He is truly truly deserving of all of the good things.
Maybe one day he’ll come back but for now I’ll revel in the memories. Like those little snapshots on those cameras we’d play with when we were kids and each time we clicked the shutter we’d see a new picture in the viewfinder. When I think of our times together I think of those little cameras.
I hope he’s sleeping well tonight :)
He came to my side of town and took me on a date last Friday and now I’m sucked back in lmao.
But I’ve also decided to stop talking about him publicly. It’s just not healthy for me 💀
I’ve been hanging out with P for the better part of five months, except for the two months he went home. I don’t want this to be the end but I know this is the end.
He couldn’t and I wouldn’t get him to open up more than he was. Or to trust me more than he did. I couldn’t show him any more of myself or be any more of myself than I already had. I couldn’t make him see what I knew.
I have prayed what feels like a thousand prayers for that man. But at the end of the day, you can only reach someone as deeply as they’ve met themselves.
I wish him peace and prosperity and happiness on his journey. He is truly truly deserving of all of the good things.
Maybe one day he’ll come back but for now I’ll revel in the memories. Like those little snapshots on those cameras we’d play with when we were kids and each time we clicked the shutter we’d see a new picture in the viewfinder. When I think of our times together I think of those little cameras.
I hope he’s sleeping well tonight :)
“Some days are for falling in love with people, some days are for cities, and some for solitude.”— Akif Kichloo
