by (via opensovl)
I guess. I am no authority
on sane living.
by Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House (via lustambitions)
But something in his expression screamed:
“I can’t handle you.”
And she thought then, that perhaps all relationships were just a case of who gave up first. And her pride couldn’t decide which was worse: giving up when you had promised them not to, or waking up to find that they had given up on you.”
by Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #75 (via thatkindofwoman)
come if I waited but we both
know I’m too impulsive for that.
If you don’t wait for wine it’s
just grape juice and you could
drink it all day and have nothing
but a stomach ache. I keep trying
to get drunk on you. It doesn’t
make sense to be disappointed
about snow in the winter – this
isn’t the right season for us. I’m
so sorry that I keep pressing
myself against you; I’m even
more sorry for allowing you to
press yourself against me.
by anne, i should be waiting to fall in love but instead i keep finding you (via anneisrestless)