It’s weird how in animals seeing ribs/collar&hip bones is considered sick or even abusive, but in people that’s considered beautiful.

This may have just changed my life.

(via loverslove-and-liarslie)


I’ll never forget the last night I spent in your bed.

We held hands.
You wrapped your arms around me.
We didn’t even say a word.
Well, you didn’t.

You fell asleep with your head on my chest,
I stroked your hair and kiss your forehead.
I started whispering sweet nothings to you as your snored in response.

I knew this would be the last time I would ever lie next to you.
It was breaking my heart but I slowly let go and enjoyed those final moments I had with you.

I finally admired you one last time.
Your beauty and how pretty your skin is.
I drifted off to sleep, heart aching because
I knew I would never do this again.

“ these are the last words I’ll dedicate to you
I’ve given up so many pieces of myself, can’t stop offering them up as long as you’re around.
so here it is
the last words I’ll carve into a tombstone marked “my foolish expectations”
can’t keep clinging onto shreds of you that you left me with
can’t keep revisiting your empty words each night as if they were my bible.
so I will bury you under layers of earth along with my naïveté
and shattered hopes,
because under my bed in a box was not far enough to keep me from returning to you.
from pulling on that old sweatshirt
or tshirt
or running my fingers over that stupid $2 bill.
i will lock you away and give the key to someone whose hands don’t shake
until I learn to be steady again
without you.
“ If I knew how this would end, I wouldn’t have started; however, I’m glad I was clueless, because I don’t regret the moments we had while they lasted.
chapters-:  Since you blocked my number. I wanted to come by and say goodbye, finally.

Finally? That’s nice.
Goodbye, Brandon. It was nice while it lasted.

She deserves better, you say. I say: You’re a goddamn coward. What she deserves is an actual person she can connect with. She deserves you, or me or the entire world; she deserves someone achingly real and honest. She deserves a human being equally raw to pursue her and love her and, perhaps, destroy her emotionally, but she deserves all that as well. She doesn’t deserve anyone’s sugary fairytale. She deserves to float freely, with you, or me, or the world, into the very depths of her own psychosynthesis. She deserves to explore the meaning of the word "intimacy", with someone beside her that will care regardless. She fucking deserves all of it. So, pluck up the courage and be with her or leave her in peace but don’t you dare "sell" her your own "inadequacy" as a lie so that, again, you manage to comfort your conscience and eventually come to feel that you love her exactly because you’re letting her go. Because, darling, that’s bullshit. That’s only you own little self-created lie laying behind a much bigger lie; it’s not even properly concealed within itself, you fucking idiot.
“ I don’t know when it happened, or why it
happened. You just stopped. There were
no more phone calls in the middle of the
night when you couldn’t sleep, no more
texts that read, “I miss you.” The only time
you said I was beautiful, was when I asked
if I was. It’s not that I needed your validation,
I just missed hearing it. When you answered
the phone your voice sounded dull, the excuses
were, “I’m tired.” “I don’t feel well.” I never
knew the right words to say until after the
conversation ended, my talking just felt like
crunching leaves under your feet. You’d walk
over me subconsciously, I felt like I was the
gum on the bottom of your shoe. You’d get
rid of me faster than you’d let me stay.
I always held on a little too tight, a little too
long, I guess I was just waiting for the favor
to be returned. But your arms became
cemented to your sides, like walls around
your soul. I became the vines growing up
the bricks, trying to be tall enough to get a
peek of what’s behind them. I never was
tall enough, I never was good enough.
Soon enough the I love you’s just slipped
your mind, you forgot. I stopped noticing
how long it took you to reply, it became
our new normal. The nights we went without
talking, the mornings that went without the
good, the days we talked for five minutes, it
was all normal. You stopped. So, I’ll stop.
Or at least, I’ll try..