“Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.” —Frida Kahlo (via iloveyoulessthanpunk)
“A book is really like a lover. It arranges itself in your life in a way that is beautiful.” —Maurice Sendak
i have 14,000 likes and i’m about to go through all of them up to my first one
am i crazy or
the person i love is strong and large. people see him and think that he's a bit intimidating. he doesn't have many friends, and he likes to sleep a lot. but, truth is, he's the most caring, loving, thoughtful, sensitive man i could ever hope to have in my life. he loves me for who i am, faults and all, and i love him for all he is. we have been together for so long that we are the best of friends. he has given me so much confidence in myself, and i am so lucky to have him with me.
I don't know what he smells like. I don't know what his skin feels like or his heartbeat. But I know his soothing voice and relaxed laugh. I know his wandering thoughts and selfless mind.