Love poetry
is never good poetry,
I prefer
lust poetry,
unrequited love poetry,
complicated friendship poetry,
coffee breath kisses in the morning poetry,
pick-pocketed glances poetry,
2 a.m. whispered conversations poetry,
8 a.m. walks to the bus stop poetry,
oblivious to love poetry
no longer…
I’m not a concept. Too many guys think I’m a concept or I complete them or I’m going to make them alive, but I’m just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don’t assign me yours.
“
| — | Clementine, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (via sarabellumm) |
You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.
“
| — | Elizabeth Taylor (via farewell-kingdom) |
