Superlative:
Adjective: Of the highest quality or degree
Those quick, doe-eyed crushes, the kinds that slip out of your mouth like the lyrics of the pop song you’d just heard on the radio.
Daunting:
Adjective: Seemingly difficult to deal with in anticipation
“You have to kiss me by tomorrow, okay?”
Lackadaisical:
Adjective: Careless, indifferent
What a drive-by summer, it’s been. It’s really gotten to me this time.
How do you think I feel, though, every morning, a new word that fits so well with your name?
i want to feel orgasms in the tip of my nose and the back of my ear
in the cartilage between the vertebrae that make up my spinal column
would you stare at my face for ~2 hours without blinking
standing on the splintery wooden porch of the house where i was born
we are craving a certain unachievable density in emotions
that can only be partially expressed through physical movements
subtle gestures that suggest something complex and vague
i will kiss you everywhere and recklessly
under the avocado tree during a thunderstorm
in that hole i dug in my dad’s backyard when i was 7
here are some things that i would like to touch
clavicle bones, backs of knees, adam’s apple, space between fingers
together we will have this extremely beautiful sensation
of being twice as frail as we once were
and it will feel like the first time you ever had a cold
the last time you tasted grape flavored cough syrup
a light pink fever
Blue and green, May was both sweet and sour, a whirlwind of melancholy and not being embarrassed anymore. May is an expert on taking things away, promising to return them soon. May loses everything—she never fails at that. I know better now, than to loan her my world.
April, May and June used to be the prettiest sisters at school, but they’re on their way out into the night. May took my only friend, to boot, but she gave me a book on how to not be sad anymore as a consolation prize. I am learning how to tally people’s names on my heart, learning how drink hard liquor without cringing, learning how to say my poems without all of those damned mumbles.
I am still learning these things, but now I hear the laughter.
i’m done with love poems so unfollow if ur not cool :^)
Your name used to fill my pages, but Missouri grew tired of you and your old tricks, I ripped those pages
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t and didn’t I tell you I was sorry? Sorry for always forgetting to call, for loving you so sloppily? There were—
There were a lot of feelings being spared, a lot of times we should have kissed. I was an aurora once, a long time ago— I was brave and I was scared, wandering around the remains of my old life. Looking into your eyes, leaning into that winning smile; catching fire, Jesus Christ, I never thought it’d end like this. My ashes scattering in the wind, and it has always been my first instinct to fix all that is broken. I will get down to the bottom of your broken heart, I will swim the ocean just to get there, my honey. I will fix your broken heart, and this is about your best friend the places you hated. Just remember, when you are off smiling at prettier girls who are okay with broken things, I loved you the most, my tired, little ghost.
I l
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d you the most.
(Source: starsgoboom)
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Xeno n.The smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
(Source: xeno-phile)
