yourmelancholickid

[yourmelancholickid]

"How old were you, when you first fell in love?"

And, god,

When was I not in love?

With the sun,

With the trees,

With the flowers.

When was I not enamored?

With the moon,

The stars,

The seasons,

The boy up the street.

When was I not dreaming?

About her lips,

the shape of them when she says my name,

About the feel of the ocean salt,

licking its way down my spine,

About the caress of overgrown grass,

tickling my cheek,

About the rain on my face,

peppering my skin with gentle kisses.

Oh, god,

I want to rake my nails down the back of this life,

To grind my hips into the sunrise and scream into the night,

Relishing in the sheer pleasure of being alive.

When did I first fall in love?

When did I take my first breath?

I fell in love

With being in love.

~H.L. Fitzgerald

[yourmelancholickid]

all my roads only ever lead back to you

[yourmelancholickid]

my life feels misdirected without you in it

[yourmelancholickid]

I’ll dream entire months in my head and wake up to memories with no reality attached.

Is this a curse? Every night living lives I could have had? I’m sorry I have to keep living this one.

[yourmelancholickid]

your words cut deeper than any blade;

and I wish for the scars to never fade.

[yourmelancholickid]

— Marie Howe, Magdalene: “Walking Home”

[yourmelancholickid]

my bed feels empty without you in it

[yourmelancholickid]

Mother-daughter stories are the ones I cry the hardest at.

The ones I avoid subconsciously and the ones that make me feel nauseous by the end.

If my mother was as healthy as she pretends she is- or as I always told everyone she was-

Maybe I wouldn’t be sick to my stomach when a mother hugs her daughter.

[yourmelancholickid]

Mom you don’t get a do over.

None of us do.

So suck it up and be my mother for once.

[yourmelancholickid]

I can't imagine life without you and i can't remember life before you.

[yourmelancholickid]

I want to seal my fate with yours, my lips on yours, my hands around your neck, my legs around your hips, and my soul with yours for evermore

[yourmelancholickid]

I don't want anything that doesn't have you in it nor anyone who isn't you

[yourmelancholickid]

Will somebody ever match my freak? HE DID

[yourmelancholickid]

all of my fantasies finally found a face

[yourmelancholickid]

I want all your laughs to be mine

[yourmelancholickid]

your voice is better than any song i've heard

[yourmelancholickid]

You know how to love someone, but you don't know how to believe that someone loves you, and that is your tragedy.