I know it’s nothing that a plane ticket or car ride couldn’t fix, but god, you don’t understand it unless you’ve been in it, unless you’ve felt it. It’s that feeling that hits your chest when you two finally say goodnight after listening to each other’s voices for the past few hours, and you’ll wonder why every time you say goodnight it feels like a goodbye. It’s how even though you two just had a wonderful conversation your eyes start to fill up with tears because it’s a bittersweet feeling, because once they hang up you’re alone again. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. You’re alone. It’s how a good morning text stands in for a good morning kiss, and how a “what’re you doing?” replaces hand holding. It’s how you two can’t help but talk about how every moment will be spent when you’re finally together, how a kiss will be more than just a kiss, how a hug is something that will last hours instead of seconds, and how looking in each other’s eyes will be more like analyzing each little spec of dark brown in their iris. It’s how you know that once you get to touch their skin it will be like touching the moon, and each little freckle will be your star to wish on, only yours. It’s how you’ll discover new galaxies in their laugh, and how each little scar will be more than that, it will be a story you want to read, so you’ll trace your fingers across them like braille. You’ll think of all this, all day, every day, every moment, even when you two are lost in conversation, you’ll think of it. And that’s the thing that keeps you hanging on, that keeps you going. The promise that every time you see the moon, it’s one step closer to seeing them soon. So you’ll close your weary eyes, and dream of them in your arms. Once you awake there will be a message, “Good morning…” and shall your love be awakened again, to swim through oceans, travel over mountains.
I want to make ‘forever’
a reality for you,
and not just some fucked up,
Connotativewords | jl | Non-fiction
*For the person who called this a shitty sentence in stanza form, it was something for a girl who got her heart broken and, as a result, stopped believing that ‘forever’ even exists anymore. Not like this one piece will fix that, but it’s a matter of reading between the lines.
Physically, yes I can live without you.
I can eat, breathe, and sleep all without you.
But if I’m not sharing half of a medium pizza with you, then I don’t want to eat.
And if I can’t feel your body move up and down as you breathe, I see no purpose in breathing.
And if I’m not waking up chest deep wrapped in your arms, then I don’t want to sleep.
having the worst internet connection in your friend group
*verbally harasses abortion patients and pickets outside of clinics, compromising the safety and privacy of the patients*
westboro baptist church:
*holds up picket signs that say how jewish, muslim, and gay people are going to hell and that god hates them personally*
*protests peacefully over the murder of an unarmed black teenager*
what the fUCK this is horrendous and completely out of order call in all units
there’s a thin line between word and world