Dancing with you is like dancing with a glow stick. It’s like a light bulb in my ribcage and sand under my feet from every tropical island I’ve never visited. But I’d visit them with you, and slather myself with sunblock and dance on the beach and have to think of a new way to tell you how it makes me feel. Like the smoky burn of whisky and thick socks on a tiled floor and a fireplace in the house we can’t afford.
And then there were none.
Everyone needs to stop getting into relationships and stay lonely with me.
Because that would be amazing.
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Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Chateau Marmont
Slipping on my red dress
putting on my make up
Glass room,
perfume,
cognac,
lilac
fumes
Says it feels like heaven to him.
Because no one should have to walk through life without good, loving friends. Because a lot of people do.
I’ll sing you a song for today, written for the memories, before they all fade. They’re the only things that keep my intact from my toes to my fingertips, as I try to grasp onto something with meaning, is anybody listening? Does anyone feel the same? ‘Cause I know I can’t be the only one singing this song.
And oh, the way he says my name; like he’s holding it in his mouth for safekeeping, like it’s precious and special and the most important word he’s ever going to say. Like it means something.
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TFiOS (by Thei-)
This book. Destroyed me. I lost count of how many times I cried while reading it. I had to put it down constantly because I was so overwhelmed. BUT IT IS SO GOOD. SO SO GOOD. It’s basically like getting your insides ripped apart in the best way possible. John Green is such a brilliant and careful writer and equally so as a human being. Please read this, I beg of you. DFTBA.
