“One day I will forgive you; until then there are scabs everywhere that you have touched me.”
— Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper (via feellng)

(via waitingonroses)

So my grandmother just got me this pretzel mold and on the package all the writing is in German. I’ve tried to go online and look for recipes to use with it but there aren’t any so I think I’m just going to just make bizzarely shaped cookies now.

“Every relationship has at least one really good day. What I mean is, no matter how sour things go, there’s always that day. That day is always in your possession. That’s the day you remember. You get old and you think: well, at least I had that day. It happened once. You think all the variables might just line up again. But they don’t. Not always.”
— Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love (via quotethat)

(via waitingonroses)

“The coldest day of the year
was warmer than I expected. I have forgotten
the order of seasons, traced your name in the sky
to watch the mist unwrite it. You must have seen this
coming, the letters you’d send me, the silence
I’d return.”
— Annelyse Gelman, “Illusionist,” published in Nailed Magazine (via bostonpoetryslam)

(via waitingonroses)


when my dad was in college he had a friend who told a girl he’d take her on a date unlike any other she’d ever been on and so he took her to the supermarket to watch the lobsters fighting in the lobster tank

they’re married now

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Words cannot explain how deeply I love this picture.

(via egyptiate)

“Everyone has a 2am and a 2pm personality. I’m more interested in the monster you become at 2am rather than the human being you pretend to be at 2pm.”
“There is something
burning in your heart
and I can
smell the
Michelle K., Before the Break Up. (via michellekpoems)
“In some ways,
you were my first,
and in some,
you were my last-
with you I learned
how not to love.”
m.v., You taught me to guard my heart. (via findingwordsforthoughts)