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important

1. When a boy who leaves goosebumps on every inch of your skin tries to play you his favorite song, don’t let him. He’ll get it stuck in your head and under your fingertips and when he leaves, you won’t be able to listen to it without feeling like you’re choking.

2. Don’t let him touch you all over no matter how much you want to feel him against you. Leave a few spots untouched so that when you’re sleeping alone again, at least your left wrist and an inch of your right hip won’t sting with the remaining burn of his mouth. 

3. Don’t let him break your ribs.

4. Don’t watch the sunset with him. He’ll poison it. You won’t be able to look at the sky without swallowing a mouthful of him.

5. Don’t mistake wasps for butterflies. Sometimes when you feel your stomach flutter and your hands start to shake it’s pain, not love.

6. Just because he tells you he loves you doesn’t mean he’s going to stay.

7. It’s okay to delete his number after he kisses the pretty girl he met when he was drunk. It’s okay to leave when he hurts you. You don’t have to keep falling into him.

8. When he tells you that you’re beautiful, try to remember that you were beautiful before him too.

9. Just because he reads and smokes cigarettes and talks about the stars doesn’t mean he’s your soulmate.

10. After you kiss him, remember to wash your mouth out right away so he doesn’t burn into your tongue. 

11. He’ll kiss you in the rain and take you to little coffee shops. He’ll brush your hair out of your eyes and kiss your nose. 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.

12. Your heart is going to break a million times. It’s going to feel like the world is falling apart around you. Your lungs will stop working some nights. You find yourself grabbing at your bones trying to hold yourself together. You’re going to feel like you’re dying. It’s going to be okay. You’ll find someone else to kiss you goodnight

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You're my waking moment, I'm your second thought.

love

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

rain

I tried to be a rainbow in your sky of dark clouds

But you wanted nothing of the sort

So I was only a few raindrop on a sunny day,

Not much to affect you

But enough to be a noticable nuisance 

And that, 

I think,

Was our downfall. 

2.8.14

its funny how i never know the right words to say to you, but i could tear down an entire forest writing about how much i loved you

home

To find where you belong 

is not to find where you fit in.

It is to find your home.

Home is not a place, 

or a destination,

or a journey,

or a building.

Home could be

a person,

a touch,

a feeling,

a moment,

a sweet disposition.

Home is where

the sky meets the ocean

and the wind blows

through your hair.

Home is when 

you feel safe,

perfectly content

and reassured.

Home is easy. 

Once you find it,

you just know.

Home is not forced,

nor troublesome.

Home is peaceful.

You cannot search

for your one true home.

Your home finds you.

Unfortunately,

we unknowingly 

confuse our home

for a feeling of comfort,

familiarity,

a fleeting rush of excitement.

And we spend

the rest of our lives

trying to get back to it again.

Too wrapped up

too realize 

that we need to let go.

Too busy searching

for something that

was long gone

the moment it left

Too occupied

with holding onto 

the past,

to make room 

for the future.

Not knowing,

that all the while,

home was passing you by.