"Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time. The only way to fail at life is to abstain."
- Johanna de Silentio (via from-green-to-grey)
(Source : wordsthat-speak, via 69shadesofgray)
"I hate to say this, but you’ll never forget him. You’ll never really be able to push him out of your mind. It will hurt for a while, you’ll cry yourself to sleep for months. You’ll wake up each morning with tears stained onto your cheeks. But I can promise you one thing- you’ll be okay. You’ll go on without him, you really, really will. You two will grow apart, and soon you will understand that that’s the way it was meant to be. You’ll forget the way his hand feels in yours, you’ll forget the color of his eyes, his laugh, the way his mouth tastes. You really will forget. And that’ll hurt, trust me, baby. But you will be okay. The hurt will diminish, and soon you will be able to go a day without thinking of him. A week. A month. And from time to time he’ll pop up in your head and your heart will hurt all over again, but you will be okay. You may never fully forget him, but you will be happy again. You will accept what has passed."
- Moving on (via myheartin—words)
I called you on the phone, standing sockless and sweaty in a stranger’s kitchen, but you didn’t want to talk to me. I told you, the sun sets at 9:40 here. You said, it’s 1 in the morning. I’m trying to go to bed.
You do not have a mouth big enough for all of the words I want to leave in it. I tasted your tongue two weeks ago and have been scraping my teeth since. I tasted the skin below your belly button and still, don’t feel like I deserve to speak your name.
I called you to tell you that we are in different cities and I’m glad. I called because I’m sleeping alone and I feel alright. I called to tell you that I wondered what your face would look like in the pink light. I called because we started out as friends, what happened to that? I hope you’re keeping your bed warm without me in it. Goodnight.
- Whatever I’m Going To Bed | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)