This is too intense
9 words to make you really think.
This. Is. Profound.
This is something everyone should see
I’m sort of going through some things at the moment
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
|—||Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours (via goghst)|
|—||Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via californiagirlwearingpearls)|
We almost dated is such a sad relationship to have with someone. Almost is such a weird title to own. As if you almost could have tasted his lips and you are almost pretty sure they taste like pink roses. And he almost loved you back and was ready to water your dry ribs and plant flowers in between your lungs.
Almost has become a habit for me. I never really possessed something entirely, and so when I tell you that I am hungry and that I need more than a taste… you have to understand that I have been starving for eras.
Almost is all I know and I wish it wasn’t like this. I want possession and cold pure nights of nothing but the drunken taste of love in my mouth, in my throat, in my veins, in my brain, and in my blood.
I almost had you. Almost.