“Come and kiss me and let’s forget.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Perhaps for that very reason, I adored her all the more, because of the eternal human stupidity of pursuing those who hurt us the most.”
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón
“Call what we had an oil spill. Call what we had dirty laundry. Call how I pulled your face from the concrete that evening when you wanted a vehicle to tear open your body like Thanksgiving dinner, manipulation. Call my name now and you will not hear an exaltation, but a eulogy of every negative aspect you can relate to a relationship. Call your anger venting when we both know it is you accepting the destruction of your own being. Call what you and your new girl have pure spring water. Call what you feel for her awakening. Call it revelation. Call it enlightenment. Call what we shared poisonous; ivy crossed with stinging nettle crossed with nightshade. Call this disastrous persona you carry something holy. Call yourself beginning anew, and ending later. Call yourself magic; all starlight and coal turned diamond. Call our ending the meteor that avoided colliding with your planetary body. Call my name a singe against your skin. Call your absence blessing. Call this end retribution. Call her name poetry incarnate. Call my aura an alarm you never learned how to switch off after my leaving. Call this final. Don’t call me.”
— don’t // Haley Hendrick
“Fall in love with someone who’s comfortable with your silence. Find someone who doesn’t need your words to know it’s time to kiss you.”
— Clairabelle Ann (via o-h-f-u-c-k-i-t)