A Bird's Wing on the Window
There are pieces of you that will never ever leave me.
Shoutout to whoever created this!
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I’m not the girl your mother warns you about. I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart. I won’t make you choose between what you love to do & me. I’m not cold. I’m not reckless. I will love you more than anything. I will kiss you when you cry. I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise.
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you could kill a man in any of these dresses, and pretty sure no jury would convict you. those are killing-men dresses, that’s what i’m saying
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Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
sometimes i wonder if there was a time when sam and dean forgot to put up a “do not disturb” sign and room service came into sam and dean’s room and saw all the pinned up pictures of murder victims and monsters and all that stuff, and she just kind of went
I was expecting this to be wincest but then it wasn’t and I just
the urls sound like sam and dean trying to one up each other
my head is hurting because i thought about my future for 0.3 seconds
I do not need someone to complete me. But if you wanted to, we could walk next to each other into whatever is coming next.
Meghan Lynn (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that’s okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my arm and I won’t laugh at you if you snore too loud. If you need to yell so hard that your voice cracks and your knees fail I will hold you up and yell with you. If you get so angry you punch your hands red I will ice your knuckles and tell you that wounds heal both inside and out, and just like the cold that is harsh and burning, I will always be the warmth to soothe you and make you feel better. I will love you.
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It was the summer when we all
and the kids were climbing trees
trying to touch lightning
and the parents were forgetting to hold us
Tuesdays felt like Saturdays every week
because we didn’t know that
we were always supposed to be
waiting for something better than today.
The neighbors dug holes looking for
and the grown ups dug holes for another
burial that would take place later.
It was a summer of almosts,
and even the birds still talk about it.
You were the best lie I told,
and some days I still believe you really
did happen to me.
But then I think about the the way you ran
from your mother when she tried to tousle your hair,
and I know that I would never be able to love you right.
There were winters softer than
that summer was,
but they are harder to remember.
I left your name somewhere to rot with the
peaches and dying trees,
but they still show up in my poems
whenever I listen to the birds gossiping too long.
I am waiting for Saturday to come back,
and on my worst days,
I am waiting for you to come with it.
Y.Z, another confession (via rustyvoices)