“It’s only love: At the end of the day, there are still thunderstorms and sunsets…”

“I’m so ashamed that this is only the second letter I’ve sent you.  Whatever happened to last year’s prolific correspondence? Gone, I suppose, with the me and you who stumbled through our year in lounging and daydreams of a summer that is now quite past.  Perhaps I’ve not as many apt expressions of infatuation now, but I do feel more honest.  And the emptiness I’ve felt in your absence hasn’t changed.  I’ve learned not to occupy my time in dwelling on it, but it hasn’t gone away.”

2 months ago  /  0 notes

i wish you could reach inside yourself and rip your feelings out so you could put them on a table and just point and be like “look this is how i feel this is what i’m trying to say” because for the first time in my life i feel utterly restricted by words and i’m sure a lot of other people do as well

(via mydemonsmylovers)

3 months ago  /  64,007 notes  /  Source: blocparties