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The Earth is Ours to Borrow

Do recommend: spending the night with good friend and cuddles
Do not recommend: drinking a bottle of vodka


If you love someone, set them free. If they don’t come back, text them when you’re drunk.

(via pussygraveyard)

The plan was to play hard to get, that’s right.
I wasn’t just gonna go
given’ myself away, I’m no easy catch.
Can you really see me in fishnets? No.
I always find myself slippin’ out the holes,
swimmin’ back out to sea.
I’d never been anybody’s sushi roll.
But she, has lips like wasabi.
My eyes water every time we kiss.
Makes me wish we had a porch swing
and a little home
Makes me wish I could right wrongs
instead of poems
The heart is a bullet that’s terrified of blood
Love is a windshield wiper in a hurricane
nothing is ever clear
You mistake her name for the moon
Mistake porch lights for the stars
And sometimes they are
her constellations lead me home
ten thousand shades of open
and if there’s one thing in this world
i’ve ever known for sure it’s that this girl
is gonna crush me like a small bug,
leave me so fucking broken there’ll
be body bags beneath my eyes
from nights i cried so hard the stars died
but i’m like, go ahead, i’m all yours
i would kiss you in the middle of the ocean
during a lightning storm
cause i’d rather be left for dead that left
to wonder what thunder sounds like
i’m not looking for someone to save me
liferafts might keep you afloat but they rarely
get you anywhere and i’ve got places i want to go
so break me in two,
peal back my ribcage and cover every page of my
heart with love poems that you will burn some day
the most fertile lands were built by the hands of volcanoes
and i want to know what grows beneath the drone of
hallmark and roses
i want your goodbye to feel like explosives
your lips a burning building without fire escapes
your hips the gates of hell if i know if heaven exists
but this will do just fine
and i want to feel you like life lines on the palms of
Jesus when nails went through
Is that really, really creepy?
Just in case it is, let me also say that i want you
sleepy-eyed in the morning waking at my side
like a warm summer sky born from
so much softness the horizon cries every time
night fall comes to take you
let me also say that i want to make you sandwiches and soup
and peanut butter cookies, though
the truth is peanut butter is really bad for you
cause they grow peanuts in old cotton fields
to get the toxins out of the soil
but hey, you like peanut butter and i like you
let me also say i’ve never seen anything more
gorgeous than you were that night
the moon bending through the window blinds
i told time by the light casting shadows across your face
while you told me the story my grandparents married for 63 years
on the day my grandfather died he lay in bed and said
nothing but love love love love then he puckered his lips
and kissed my grandmother for the last time
love love love
love is like sunshine sometimes you have to get burned
to know you were there and i want to know i’m here
every single part of me my heart open as the river’s eyes
the first time it sees the ocean
my god look at those waves
listen to that thundering tide
can you imagine anything more frightening?
can you imagine anything more alive?
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Meet Hangry our newest family member


I find it really strange that when you’re in a long distance friendship or relationship all you want to do is see that person and being around them is the biggest most wonderful deal but there are people who interact with them
all the time, on the street and in the classroom and in the shops and it always makes me jealous because you want to be with this person so much and for everyone else they’re nothing special but for you they’re everything special

(via dundermifflinscranton)

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