this this this this this this(via proveable)
“I still want to be friends” but I am already
on the next subway, the next taxi, the next whatever.
I am thinking about dinner that night, or the next night:
Angus beef, sauteed chicken, mahi mahi fish tacos.
I am thinking about the coffee pot and runner’s knee
and how much money I have in my savings. I am
thinking about hypothermia and missing bodies;
all the knives in my bed. I am thinking about how
the very word promise sounds more like an undoing.
I am thinking about the easiness of mouths.
How they open. How they give so much but also
about how they take away the things our minds
have committed to that permanent place of the brain,
where memories continue to rattle around long after
we’ve stopped shaking. I am thinking about how
he has turned me into a lake and I’ve never learned
how to swim. I am thinking about how I now have to
unlearn all of his secrets. Become a tourist to his body
again, blink against the hurt. I am thinking about
expensive hair cuts and retail therapy, dressing room
girls who are used to outlandish requests from customers.
I am thinking that this isn’t a dress my mother
would approve of, but honey, I look so good in red. Kristina Haynes, “The Breakup Sweats” (via fleurishes)
Maybe then we’ll be better for each other. absentions (via bl-ossomed)
What is coming is better than what is gone. Arabic Proverb (via lushwisdom)
This is so so so perfect.
and you’re an asshole
So many people can relate 😭
I’ve always tried to fathom how bizarre it is when we lose things that were right in front of us a second ago.
But even more so, when that something is an actual person.