distance becomes poetry

Matthew Gray Gubler’s reasons to stay alive…

Matthew Gray Gubler’s reasons to stay alive…

What if I let myself fall, and what if the stars don’t agree?

Will the world stop, or would is spin round without us?

Would it spin around you, without me?

"We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving…We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins…We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We are the daughters of the feminists who said “You can be anything” and we heard “You have to be everything."

Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters - Courtney E. Martin (via kaitykait)

This is me. All me. Totally and completely. From beginning to end. Holy moly.

(via timestwenty)

I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry, like, one girl, ‘cause we’re resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think I’d be an idiot if I didn’t marry this girl she’s so great. But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option… ‘Oh he’s got a good job.’ I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who’s got a good job and is gonna stick around.
Blue Valentine (2010)

I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry, like, one girl, ‘cause we’re resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think I’d be an idiot if I didn’t marry this girl she’s so great. But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option… ‘Oh he’s got a good job.’ I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who’s got a good job and is gonna stick around.

Blue Valentine (2010)

The sky looks pissed, the wind talks back

My bones are shifting in my skin and you, my love, are gone.

My room feels wrong, the bed won’t fit.

I cannot seem to operate and you, my love, are gone.

So glide away on soapy heals and promise not to promise anymore and if you come around again then I will take, then I will take the chain from off the door.

I’ll never say, I’ll never love

But I don’t say a lot of things and you, my love, are gone.

So glide away on soapy heals and promise not to promise anymore and if you come around again then I will take, then I will take the chain from off the door.

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vintage 50s style room