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you’re my one & only one i’ll look at only you everyday

astro, one & only

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florizels:

“Battered and wrecked, I come to you, you first—”

— Homer, from The Odyssey, trans. Emily Wilson (W. W. Norton, 2017)

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“I didn’t want us to end up like this. This is exactly what I was afraid of. I didn’t want us to act like strangers, or maybe even less because we can’t even hold eye contact, because we can’t ever talk again, because we can’t ever know each other again. And maybe I loved you so much that I wish we hadn’t fallen in love, just so I could have kept you by my side, even if it wasn’t as a lover.”

— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via tbfhprincess)

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what if we… held hands? and kissed… in our apartment that we’ve been in for almost a year? for like the billionth time? what if we made cookies together?? and cuddled when we both woke up in the middle of the night, and stayed like that until the sun came up?

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and then they are bored of me // lorde - liability

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You, of course. Always you.

Clementine von Radics, “What Brings Me Joy” (via thelovejournals)

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so far away // martin garrix & david guetta (feat. romy dya & jamie scott)

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You haven't said I love you I love you in a long time Is there something wrong with me? You haven't touched my body My body in a long time Is there something I can't see?

Oh Wonder, I Like It When You Love Me

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The Smiths - How Soon Is Now?

There’s a club if you’d like to go you could meet somebody who really loves you so you go, and you stand on your own and you leave on your own and you go home, and you cry and you want to die

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“i. yesterday i slept in a shirt you gave me and pretended it didn’t mean anything, like i didn’t stay up half the night thinking about how it’s the closest i’ll get to your skin again. ii. there are soft spots in between all the hurt, moments where i forget, fuzzy patches of lightness where there still is a version of me that doesn’t flinch at the sound of your name. iii. these words are heavy in my hands. it’s the first time i’ve been glad you don’t care much for poetry. i wonder if the next girl you love will have ink in her veins like i did. i wonder how willing she’ll be to bleed for you. i wonder a lot of things. iv. i got my wisdom teeth out the first tuesday without you. i’m the kind of tender that hurts to the touch. my tongue keeps finding its way back to the scar tissue. my mouth still tastes like all the things i’ve lost.”

— ugly truths i’ll never tell you by Auriel Haack

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Mary Shelley, from a letter to Percy Bysshe Shelley (1814) / Joanna Newsom - “Only Skin” (2006)

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Wish I was kissing you instead of missing you.