The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
Augustine of Hippo (via feellng)

I hope you look for me in everyone you meet.
Because I Look For You (#206: February 27, 2014)

(via timid)

I want to be with you,
it is as simple,
and as complicated as that.
Charles Bukowski  (via forlornes)

(via brouhahamagazine)

I read you poetry in bed
and let you lick peach juice off my chin
And in the morning we pull our clothes on
don’t make the bed
and leave separately

I did this for awhile
because I thought it’d be worth
the stories
and that I’d feel
more experienced
and older if I kept
fooling men into thinking I was

But then he comes over
sets a six pack on my desk
and sits opposite me
in my too-small room

I am very upset already.
I swallowed a confession of love
three minutes before
he knocked at my door
and do not know
where to set it down.

So I tell him.
And he responds
by slapping me with an all-teeth smile,
and telling me about seeing skin
in the back of his car.

He waits
looks at me
wanting a high-five or
a nod of approval.
He wants me to
swallow my discomfort
and offer my own story.
So I do.

I try to shape myself into a
boasting brother,
into a group of men laughing
about bodies that are not their own.
I try to wear my number with pride
but I am stuttering and turning red
halfway through the story.

I force myself to finish it anyway-
like I always have-
forcing myself into ideas and people
I did not want to be
Forcing myself to keep still and enjoy it
Forcing myself to try it “for the experience”

And afterwards he does not laugh
He does not congratulate me
He sips his beer, looks away,
and mutters,

But it is not enough
to make up for
all of them.

For The Stories | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

(via lora-mathis)

Just because you don’t say much doesn’t mean people don’t notice you. It’s actually the quiet ones who often draw the most attention. There’s this constant whirlwind of motion and sound all around, and then there’s the quiet one, the eye of the storm.
Amy Efaw, After  (via wanduring)

(via thechakilitcone)

And I learned ‘You deserve better’

was sometimes no more

than a synonym for ‘I don’t want to hurt you,

and I want you to be happy,

but I don’t love you anymore.’

Beau Taplin, You Deserve Better  (via sexual-feelings)

(via thechakilitcone)

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via 5000letters)

(via fluerishing)

That’s why it’s love—it’s unconditional. Whether you commit a mistake or a hundred, I would still love you. They say the most romantic kind of love is the unfinished kind. The kind that will forever burn and mark your soul.
Chasing Imperfection (Pamela Ann)

(via fluerishing)

I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.
 Stephen ChboskyThe Perks of Being a Wallflower (via feellng)

I’m going to love
no matter how much I lose.
I cannot give up.