I might be too young to settle down and marry, but I’m definitely too old to be playing anymore games. I’m too old to just be talking to someone, too old to not know what’s really going on, and too old to be entertaining somebody with no intentions of making it work. At this age, I’m only interested in consistency, stability, respect and loyalty. And I want to hear someone tell me that they love me and know they goddam mean it.
|—||Anonymous (via omahajohnson)|
I’d lick my fingers
and flip your pages,
until your spine creased
and you lay spent,
with nothing else to offer.
Then, I’d cup you in my palms
and read you again.
|—||My Favorite Bedtime Story (via lunabriluna)|
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.