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You’re probably going to meet someone
who reminds you of me.

Someone with the same obnoxious laugh,
who enjoys long walks and looking at the sky too much,
and the one who picks at her cuticles when she gets nervous.
And when you meet her,
your eyes are going to lock but little do you know
she’s been staring at the back of her head for so long,
hoping that a pretty blue eyed boy like you would give her
the time of the day.
You’re going to give her that smile of yours,
the one that flashes all your teeth
and makes her wish she was sitting down instead of standing
in front of you because her knees are weak,
and she doesn’t want to trip before you even say a word.
You’re going to ask her for her name
and ask if you can take her out for a ride on your Chevy truck
to a creek where your father used to take you when you were young.
And she’s going to say yes because who can resist you?
I couldn’t.
Maybe her hair will be longer and probably curlier,
or maybe she’ll be able to rock that pixie cut
I always wish I could have done but I couldn’t
because my head was too big and my face was too round.

On that date you’re going to have so much to talk about
because you were always good with small talk and deep conversations.
You will both be so drawn to each other
that you’ll forget the sun was setting
until the sky turns dark.
Then it will only be you and her, and the stars,
just the way you want it.
And she’ll look into your eyes and hope that you’ll lean in
and you’re worried that she might think you’re going a little too fast;
that was always your problem,
you never believed that someone would want you
as much as you wanted them,
but I did and so will she.

So kiss her.
I am telling you to kiss her.
Date her.
Hold her.
Love her.
I want you to love her,
but only if she loves you back.
And maybe she’ll wear glasses like I do
and have a beauty mark above her lips.
Maybe she will wear sundresses and cowboy boots often
and all she’ll own in her closet are tons of dresses.
And maybe she’ll try them all on for you.
You’re going to fall in love with her the way
you once fell in love with me and that is okay,
do not worry.

It’s going to be okay
because I have loved you once and you have loved me,
and it was quite beautiful.
And I think someone else out there deserves the love that you have;
and if we ever find each other again one day,
then I hope you love me,
again.

- Ming D. Liu"One Day, We Will Make A Second First Impression" (via mingdliu)

(Source: ragazzo-di-cenere)

I want you
at your drunkest nights
when you cannot think straight
and come tumbling through the doorway
with a bottle in your hands
and a cigarette between your lips.

I want you
in my bed when you cannot sleep
and talk about why
God does not reveal himself and
if there is an alternative universe out there
besides us.

I want you
when you are slamming the doors
and punching walls out of frustration.
Come to me when you are angry
and scream at me
or just stay silent.

I want you
when you are tough to handle
and when you can’t handle yourself
and excited about our newest adventures
and even when you are being sarcastic,
I still want you.

I want you
when you are drunk or sober
and everything else in between.

- Ming D. LiuBetween Being Drunk And Sober (via mingdliu)

Or Nah (remix)
The Weeknd

(Source: carisadarling)

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Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.

- Alejandro Jodorowsky  (via showslow)

Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you.


Read it over.

Again.

Let those words resonate in your mind.

- Nayyirah Waheed  (via nofatnowhip)

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You need to know how badly I want you. At this point, I’m beyond caring if I come off as needy. I don’t care if I come off as weak. I’m already weak at the thought of you laying your hands upon anyone else. I’ve never been one to have a bad temper, but when I picture you sleeping soundly in someone else’s arms, it sets my veins on fire.
I don’t need you to tell me how badly you want me, because chances are, you don’t. I just want you to wake up every morning and remember that there’s someone in this world who refuses to put you anywhere else but first. And I’m sorry if my hands are shaking as I say this to you. I’m just afraid. I’m afraid that your name will still beat within the rhythm of my chest as I’m lying next to someone else. I’m afraid of hearing your favorite song on the radio in the car, and no longer being able to see the road. I’m afraid that everything I have will never be enough if I try to give it to anyone else but you.
Maybe you don’t need to know how badly I want you.
Maybe I just need to know if you could ever want me too.

- Connotativewords | jl | Truth Be Told (via connotativewords)