I love unmade beds. i love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. i love the look in people's eyes when they realize they're in love. I love the way people look when they first woke up and they've forgotten their surroundings. i love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. i love when people close their eyes and drift somewhere in the clouds. i fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
to me, you'll always be tired eyes & tired sighs tousled hair, tangled sheets, and lazy sunday afternoons the slow press of coffee the first sip of morning air the void between my fingers time between seconds the chill of my lungs & the ache of my bones you'll always be my reach my want my need you'll always be everything to me - tyler kent white
Jade Alexander, do you remember that day you fell out of my window? I sure do, you came jumping out after me. Well, you fell on concrete, nearly broke your a/ss, You were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that? Yes, I do, well, there's something I never told you about that night. What didn't you tell me? While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you that until just now.
*If Hazel was a typical white girl* "I'm in love with you," he said quietly. "Augustus," I said. "I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business in denying myself the simple pleasure of daying true things. I'm in love with you, your obsession with starbucks, your leggings with riding boots, and how you post on instagram "a night out with the girls" everytime your with a friend. I love you from your flower headband where you try to look like some hipster down to your high-waisted shorts and Chacos. Every single part of you is unique, I can't think of anyone else I know who shares the same qualities as you." "Augustus, you're making me cry," I whimpered out, trying to keep my mascara from slithering down my face and ruining my makeup, because I looked hella cute and I wasn't going to mess that up. "No, what makes me cry is that last night when I tried to hold your face and kiss you, and your Kendra Scott earrings fell onto the ground, and you were so sad you cried after you posted a picture of them on Twitter. When you cry, I cry. I can't stand the thought of you being captivated by depression." He caressed my hand and rubbed his thumb onto the back of mine. He stared deep into my eyes, completely encapsulating my soul and said, "and I know what love is. Love is tweeting cute song lyrics of some overplayed song on the radio we've totally never heard of or posting some quote you found on Tumblr trying to seem sophisticated." I drove my face into his arms and cried out harder than I'd ever cried before. Augustus was as sweet as the Starbucks drink I just purchased so I could post it onTwitter. After I finished draining my eyes, I took a selfie and put it on my 186 second Snapchat story.
i am the unbalanced mixture of volatile compounds, i am chemistry gone wrong. when this they poured into that of me, rumor spread of melted test tubes and beakers that boiled. tip yourself and call it experimental, but i'd bet the rest of my un-scorched molecules that all you are will stabalize me. — tyler knott gregson
In twenty from now I don't want to be just another name In twenty years from now I still want to be in your life In twenty years from now I want someone to stop you on the street Ask you how you're doing And bring up my name In twenty years from now I don't want your answer to be "I haven't seen her in ages" In twenty years from now I hope you say "She's waiting for me at home."