Albert Goldbarth, “The Sciences Sing a Lullaby”
Every relationship has a chance of not making it, but every relationship also has a chance of making it.
I dated my ex-boyfriend from April to October of last year before he moved to Texas. Which is 19 hours from where I live. We went from seeing each other every single day to receiving rare snapchats from each other. Not because we wanted to, but because he was getting adjusted from a small county (with like 15,000 people in three towns) to a city (with like 2.61 million people). He had so much going on with school and I was working a job every single night and weekends, so we broke up. We didn’t make time for each other.
It was so hard.. Even for the three months we tried it. I know they can work, but I wouldn’t be too excited to start one again myself. Mine didn’t turn out how I would have liked, but that’s life. But that doesn’t mean yours won’t.
They can work. You’ve just got to try really hard.
— A piece of advice (via pressing)
Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day.
This is all practice.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via feellng)
— shouldn’t miss you this much but i do (via the-psycho-cutie)
My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest
It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.
And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.
The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.
And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind
When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go
Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered
— Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)