I grabbed her by the throat but I didn’t choke her. Just kissed her so deep she forgot whose air she was breathing.
—Oh my god. (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: i-am-my-own-mind, via hittings)

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

—Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry, via hittings)

No human should mislead another by promising them something they know to be untrue.
—Santosh Kalwar (via observando)

(via hittings)

As human beings, we have a natural compulsion to fill empty spaces.
—Will Shortz  (via perfect)

(Source: larmoyante, via hittings)