you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell like flowers blossom in her hair
and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head of dark hair and tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met
and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with dirty water and vomit up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I fucking love you
and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed and I almost told you that you are my night sky
and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower and you can’t escape the light of the moon
I’m in the kind of mood where reading this made me cry.
This can’t be more perfect
this is probably my favourite thing on tumblr.
I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
Jeanette Winterson (via psych-facts)
my wallet needs to be as thick as my thighs
Nhiều lúc, vẫn không thể. :)
Lí sống trong chuyện tình cảm của mình đó giờ.
"…Cậu có bao giờ cảm thấy chưa?
Cảm thấy mình bị cả thế giới cô lập, cậu sống trong một quả cầu với thế giới của riêng mình. Cậu tự lau nước mắt, tự vỗ về nỗi đau mỗi đêm. Cậu sống mà thấy cô đơn đến thắt lòng. Cô đơn đến vô cùng tận. Nhưng chẳng thể làm được gì cả…”
- (Trích bài viết từ mạng)