"sometimes,
someone doesn’t love you the way they did last winter
and “I don’t feel okay”
goes from coming to your house even though they’re scared of driving on the highway at night
to “I’m sorry, feel better”
and they don’t take pictures of you anymore
or watch you when you aren’t looking
and they still kiss you
but never your forehead or nose"
- (via extrasad)

(via bubbly)

"

I need a muse,
will you be my muse?
Will you be the words I
write,
hoping one day you’ll read them
over my shoulder,
tears welling up beneath your
eyelids.
Saying,
“Baby, I never knew you loved me that much.”

Will you be my muse?
All you have to do is exist.
Just make me feel,
feel like every bone in my body
has softened,
like buttery caramel in your
warm palm.
All you have to do is break my heart,
maybe once, twice, ten times.

Or you could love me.
But nobody seems to enjoy that.

Make me feel.
Make me feel.
Be my muse,
please.

Give me something to say.
I need a muse.
Say you’ll be my muse.
Tell me you’ll stay.

"
- Muse. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)

(via actuates)


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