He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.
I want alcohol so strong, that it burns your name out of my throat.
it’s a sad life (via the-p3rks)
Who am I, you ask?
I am made from
all the people I’ve encountered
and all the things I have experienced.
Inside, I hold the laughter of my friends,
the arguments with my parents,
the chattering of young children,
and the warmth from kind strangers.
Inside, there are stitchings from cracked hearts,
bitter words from heated arguments,
music that gets me through,
and emotions I cannot convey.
I am made from
all these people and moments.
That is who I am.
I want you to hold my hand while we grocery shop. I want you to play with my hair while we watch our favorite tv shows. I want you to kiss me in the middle of my sentence because you wanted to taste my words. I want you to rub my back as we fall asleep. I want you to play my favorite song when I look sad. I want you to do these things without having to think about them. Do them because you love me.
You don’t owe people the person you used to be. You don’t have to talk to people who are speaking to the old you. If they want to drag old you out, and you’ve already left that person behind, they don’t get to talk to you. When you’ve gone from weakness to strength, you don’t owe a show of your former self to someone who just can’t wrap their head around your change.
Dig Yourself (via howitzerliterarysociety)