❝This is the history of love.
This is both of us in the Sahara and I
get the last sip of water,
kiss damp lips on to you for you
to survive by. This is stale movie popcorn
because we spent too long learning
each other’s twists under the light of
a plotline flashing away in front of us.
This is choosing to see other people.
This is seeing you in other people.
This is a night holy, a night true,
tears and all, broken radiator and
cheap wine and hands to hold but
none to keep you here.
This is the history of fuck you for
making me soft, for making me maleable,
for doing more than just testing my waters,
fuck you for making the oceans of me
feel so puddle at the sight of you.
This is the history of my mattress,
that has seen more mistakes
than I am sober enough to remember.
This is another man’s neck
and your name whispered against it.
This is not forgetting. This is trying to.
This is not enough ways to give up
as I thought there would be, only the one
with your caller ID and a hangover.
This is the history of love.
This is a rare thing, a history
written by one who did not win.❞
just the concept of thinking groups who make their own music are better is ridiculous. some people’s dream is to make music. some people’s dream is to perform. some people’s is to do both. they’re different but all deserve recognition
when u think u got over ur crush but he gives you like 0.2 attention and it starts all over again
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (USA, 2008)
ABC of Free! 》C
↳ Child, children of Free!