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"Darling can I touch your face and let your skin be my hiding place, I promise I won't take up to much room"
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Hi. How are you? I hate my life.
“I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels but for the sound of her name could silence my demons”— Christopher Poindexter
When do I get to be happy?
When is that allowed to me?
You’re so far now.
I’m so far from you.
Clerith Week | Day 3: Words
I would
“We met two years ago at the office. At the time he’d just gotten out of a really bad breakup. It started with just lunch and coffee. Then we started meeting after work. We hooked up a little– somewhere between second and third base. I told him that I liked him so if it wasn’t going anywhere then we couldn’t be friends. But that’s exactly what ended up happening. It’s excruciating. It seems like we’re always on the edge of a relationship. We hang out. We go to the beach. I’ll go to his place, cook dinner, watch a movie, and then leave. We get handsy. We might kiss a little. But that’s it. Recently we went on a trip to New Zealand and shared a bed for four days. We spooned every night but nothing else happened. I know I’m complicit, but when I push him on it, he acts confused and says that he has a lot of friendships like this. We kissed a little on my birthday last week. The next day I texted him: ‘I’m not going to pretend this isn’t happening.’ He wrote back: ‘Let me think about it. I’m in meetings.’ And he still hasn’t replied.”
(Melbourne, Australia)
“I will love you until the blood all leaves these veins.”— Gin Wigmore: I Will Love You
(Source: weheartit.com)
I saw your smirk the day it all came crashing down. And suddenly, in that moment, it didn’t matter. Because I could stand in that moment of your smile… Even if it was out of your hatred for me.
When it cuts you up this deep
It’s hard to find a way to breathe.