(via lavendertree)
(Source: dearyou-loveme, via valentinaya)
Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers.
His pledge to her:
i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle. i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling, sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. i will love you. i will love you. i will love you.
(via ugly-flower)
Jo Ann Beard (via mercurieux)
(Source: larmoyante, via ugly-flower)
Within the souls of the awkward and the overlooked often burns something radiant.
“I would like to become a year-round greenery, a small evergreen tree that does not lose for you.” - Hajin Bae
