"I always thought it was a shame we had to play these games."
— The XX
I think it’s just so petty.
Have you ever dated someone who was easily angered? I never understood why anyone would put up with it until I encounter O. O constantly yelled at me about one issue to another. It wasn’t right, but it felt like familiar. Almost like home. I sounded so desperate trying to put some reason into arguments and disagreement. I grew up with aggression and frustration which was one of the way of driving one’s point to the opposing side.
Anyway, it still wasn’t right. Look how that shit turned out.
"Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer."
Azra.T, ”This Is How You Keep Her”
Kiss your love like this, kiss him or her like this.
"Sometimes I feel like I’m not … solid. I’m hollow. There’s … nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. It’s as if I never thought anything. I never wrote … anything. I never felt anything. All I want is blackness - blackness and silence."
— Silvia Plath (via wasanyoneever)