I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.
— (via senyahearts)
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
— She Was Always Holding My Hand (via pureblyss)
Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside.
wow this made me sad. (via girlsloveprettygirls)
Date someone who meets you half way. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barley even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears.
— At the end of the day it’s the little things. (via gretzky)
i wish there wasn’t a stigma about doing things alone. you can’t go out to eat alone, you can’t see a movie alone, basically anything fun, you’re looked down on for doing alone and it’s so stupid you shouldn’t need other people to validate your decisions
I think time forgot
and slowed itself to a stop
when I found your eyes.
I want to make plans
To plan out a sweet breakfast in bed for my other half
To go shopping with my bestfriend and pig out on dirty dogs in the streets of NYC
To pick out an apartment and work together to decorate the entire thing
To plan a massive cross country road trip
To plan to save for that trip
To plan weekend hikes up new mountains
To plan to have get togethers with old friends
To plan what job would be beneficial to us both and makes us happy
I want to plan a surprise dinner and unexpectedly get too tipsy off that bottle of wine
I want to plan what kind of dog to get
I want to plan to see you when I come home from work
I want to plan to surprise you during your 15 minute cigarette break with a cup of coffee, milk no sugar… Or maybe you like sugar
I want to plan to know your favorite cup of coffee
I want to plan to kiss you goodbye, like a habit
I want to plan to hear you spending a day with my family while I’m away
I want to plan that you’re going to be standing with a stupid sign when I come back
To plan to hear you want to start a family
I want to plan to see you, excited to see me
I want to plan to never need alone time because I’m at my best with you
I want to plan to love you with my entire heart and never need anything more
There are so many things I want to plan but every time I do…Someone falls short.
Asking too much - AG
I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with.
Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you.
Tell me about a day in your life you wouldn’t think you’d live through.
Tell me what the word home means to you
And tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bedroom when you were 8.
See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.
Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in bellies of snow?
And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms?
Or would you leave your snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree?
And if you would, would you notice how the tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek?
Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?
Do you sleep besides them when they’re sad, even if that makes your lover mad?
Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?
See, I wanna know what you think of your first name.
And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time.
I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind.
Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel.
Tell me- knowing that I often picture Gandhi at ten years old beating up little boys at school.
If you were walking by a chemical plant, where smoke stacks were filling the sky with dark, black clouds, would you holler, “Poison! Poison! Poison!” really loud or would you whisper, “That cloud looks like a fish, and that cloud looks like a fairy”?
Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin?
Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?
And if you don’t believe in miracles, how would you explain the miracle of my life to me?
See, I wanna know if you believe in any god, or if you believe in many gods. Or better yet, what gods believe in you.
And for all the times you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you’ve asked come true?
And if they didn’t did you feel denied? And if you felt denied, denied by who[m]?
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good.
I wanna know what you see in the mirror on a day you’re feeling bad.
I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a piece of lousy glass.
If you ever reach enlightenment, would you remember how to laugh?
Have you ever been a song?
Would you think less of me if I told you I have lived my entire life a little off key and I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry I just plagiarized the thoughts of the people around me who have learned the wisdom of silence.
Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence?
And if you do I want you to tell me of a meadow where my skateboard will soar.
See I wanna know more that what you do for a living.
I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving.
And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.
I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds.
And if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon that if you wanted you could pop – but you never would because you’d never want it to stop.
If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it, if it’s fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist or would you just bask in the bliss of your nothingness?
And lastly, let me ask you this: if you and I went for a walk, and the entire walk we didn’t talk, do you think that eventually we’d kiss?
No way. That’s askin’ too much – after all, this is only our first date.