12:23 pm
"I just hate it when you put so much effort into talking to someone and all they reply with is small talk, I want big talk, I want to know how your day went, how you really are, how you’re coping, what problems you’re going through, I want to know every detail, not “what are you up too” and all those repetitive elements, I just want to have a decent conversation where I can develop more understanding of someone"(via j0yless)

(Source: lusari, via damianmt)


4feetfromyourheart:

That’s my kind of girl.

12:57 pm

One day you crawled into my head and ventured down to my heart. That was the day I knew your touch was going to raise the hairs on my body every moment after.


kushandwizdom:

Good Vibes HERE

12:41 pm
"At my funeral I do not want
doves or a bed of roses.
You know how much I hate roses, anyway.
Have my sister wear that outfit
she never had enough confidence
to wear
with those shoes that never
quite match with anything.
Hire a priest to give a sermon
about how he lost his virginity
or about the flat tire he got
on the way to his divorce court date.
Do not stifle your giggles
or feel guilty when you smile
at my uncle who is falling asleep
in the pew.
It’s okay to delight in unconventionality.
After the service,
I want you to hold hands with the person
you love the most and tell them
they need to use more hand lotion.
I want you to text your boyfriend
a poem that describes his
“shit brown eyes”
and how much you adore them.
On the way to the cemetery
blast The Ramones or anything
from Nirvana’s Incesticide album
and scream all the lyrics
incorrectly.
When my casket is lowered into the ground,
do not wipe your eyes or your nose.
Let the wind take away your mess.
When they begin to cover me with dirt
and flowers that pricked your fingers
with thorns,
whisper to my family about how you still
haven’t forgiven me for breaking your
favorite coffee mug.
Maybe you will feel uneasy,
or maybe your lips will tremble.
But as you exhale
and fill your lungs with dry air,
listen to me tap against
the wooden walls of my tomb
and let the rhythm guide the beating
of your heart.
It is okay now.
It will always be okay."Kimberly Siehl | At my funeral it will be okay (via hangingwallflower)

(via depraved-dublin-disciple)




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