Growing up I thought being in love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, pretty jewelry, Friday night movie premiers, kisses in the rain, and boxes that held expensive things. I thought true love was a story with a picture perfect ending. Now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not that at all. True love isn’t something you find in a Disney movie. Being in love is screaming at 5 AM till you cry out of anger, but knowing they won’t leave. It’s saving each other’s selfies, good or bad, just to look at them because you miss each other. It’s being comfortable enough to talk about anything. It’s saying all the wrong things at the wrong moments. It’s leaving someone in complete control of your heart, but trusting them not to break you. It’s screaming the lyrics to your favorite songs together. It’s honesty even when it hurts and sarcasm when they’re sad. It’s lame jokes and sleepless nights. It’s fights and make up sex. It’s hour long showers and breakfast in the morning. It’s all night phone calls instead of texting. It’s the small things. It’s coffee shop dates and finding new books to read. It’s holding hands and kissing ever so passionately. It’s being able to sit at home just basking in the presence of someone you love with every fiber of your being. It’s wanting to share every moment with that one person. It’s finding yourself awake at 3 AM craving them asleep next to you. It’s little nick names and making fun of each other. It’s being called things like ‘little shit’ or ‘baby’ or ‘love of my life.’ It’s being able to fall asleep knowing that person will still be there in the morning. It’s being apart and knowing nothing will change. It’s deep talks at 6 AM. It’s days full of laughter and tears. It’s capturing the world’s beauty though their eyes. It’s not about the sex or the gifts, it’s about finding someone who pours their love into your deepest cracks making you whole once again. It’s feeling part of you missing when you’re apart. It’s finally being able to love yourself even half as much as that person loves you. Love is the only thing left in the world worth fighting for. Don’t you dare settle for a boy who makes you feel good for a night, or a girl who boosts your ego at a party. Mindfucking love is the holy grail of all love. Being in love will fuck you up in more ways than you can imagine and it’s absolutely fucking heart-wrenching, but at the same time it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.
-“3AM Thoughts" series #4 (via unpoeticheartbreak)

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Artist: The Story So Far

I bet it hurts to read permanence. I used to think on all of this and how you don’t. Damn it’s hard to find sustenance when all I had was love for this and now you don’t. Now I just abuse substances to drown out your accomplishments, however few. 

All of this frustrates me bad cause I can’t stay mad at you or change anything that I had. She told me don’t think like that, it’s really not that bad. I hope this makes you sad. I hope this makes you sad.

If it’s something serious then hit me up but until then the door is shut, forget my room. And if I had a match for every lie and every attempt to deny, I’d strike a few. I am the walls, the silent halls. My jacket at your sister’s wedding, navy blue. 

All of this frustrates me bad cause I can’t stay mad at you or change anything that I had. She told me don’t think like that, it’s really not that bad. I hope this makes you sad. I hope this makes you sad.

The Story So Far // Navy Blue

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pros to dating me:

  • i’ll actually respond to ur text
  • u can literally kiss me whenever u want (esp random neck kisses like yes please)
  • we can hold hands
  • butt touches
  • cuddles? ? ? yes good
  • i’ll play with your hair
  • u don’t have to worry about me liking other people bc i’m annoyed by almost everyone
  • smooches


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Boys cry
Cigarettes do kill,
parents lie,
boats sink,
flowers die,
Life goes on,
with or without you.
-sad facts that come along with existing (via halluzinogen)

(Source: cosmicwording, via sadelfprincess)


The kind of morning that lasts all afternoon. The kind of afternoon that never ends with goodbye, only goodnight. The kind of goodnight that has been said five or six times, with your lips against mine and our bodies pressed together at 4am.

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