Shantilles
humansofnewyork:

"I dealt with people all my life, and now I’m burnt out. I just like to be alone. It’s more comfortable."

humansofnewyork:

"I dealt with people all my life, and now I’m burnt out. I just like to be alone. It’s more comfortable."

"Gotta wear this shirt again before it gets too warm out." #oops #soulmates

"Gotta wear this shirt again before it gets too warm out." #oops #soulmates

dannerzz:

okay josh

My evening companion

Apparently is sibling day or something? Here’s us, we’re cool, blah blah, hi Angela I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who looks at these you should probably get an Instagram account I think you’d like it ok bye

Apparently is sibling day or something? Here’s us, we’re cool, blah blah, hi Angela I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who looks at these you should probably get an Instagram account I think you’d like it ok bye

A boy cooked me dinner today. 💂

A boy cooked me dinner today. 💂

You can spot aquarium staff from a mile away…

You can spot aquarium staff from a mile away…

WE BROKE IN!! #jk #wehavekeys #throwbackwednesday

WE BROKE IN!! #jk #wehavekeys #throwbackwednesday

the problem poets have is that we really just want to live
inside a poem.

we want our lives to be like the ink on pages, we want
bruises on our kneecaps and kisses on our foreheads
so we can have love and pain in equal measures

and i want to wake up with you making
pancakes in my kitchen, i want
your bags packed and your hands full
with two plane tickets, i want you to say
“i’m coming with you, we’re going on an adventure”
i want you to be as wild and full of romance as i write you

but you’re a human being and today i woke up alone
and after awhile got a text from you asking if i
needed a ride to the airport. there were no flowers
when you came for me, no interfering with the intercom
so you could read me a dumb sonnet you wrote last night
while drunk. there was only the sound of flights taking off
and lovers kissing each other over and over
until it’s kind of awkward
because the goodbye seems to stretch out over forever
and there was no teddy bear no promise ring no big send off
you just promised to call and gave me a hug, see

the problem with being a poet
is that you get all sorts of wrong ideas
about what it means to be
in love
because you can hear music in what sounds like noise
to other people, you crave the kind of flashbang that
your words can create, you romanticize the ugly because it
makes for good writing and you drain the beautiful until
it comes undone, you forget other people need space to breathe,
that you live in the captured moment of too-perfect
impossibility, you forget that he can’t read your mind, that
she doesn’t really like your writing, that they would rather
watch sports than go out tonight, you forget that
most people don’t try to make fireworks out of
everyday life but

eventually, after writing more pages about magic
than kisses you’ve received

you mess up and
actually start to believe.

I am leaving for Europe and all I can think about is how badly I want you to come with me.” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
I ate this yesterday and it was magical.

I ate this yesterday and it was magical.