“I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’”—Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via 5000letters)
TGIF to what may have been the most horrid week of my quarter full of failure, life decisions, over promising and flaking, fish sticks for empty causes, dealing with bietches and hoez, etc etc. Shoutout to my brain for memorizing all my appointments, handling everything/everyone, and working overtime without a break. Going to retreat into my bed for the rest of the weekend, goodbye.
Waiting for the day your name won’t hold as much weight as it still does in my mouth. When I try to say it the words become anchored down. I never wanted love, you were a sea I jumped into before I learned to swim, so I drowned.
“Do you love with your mouth closed or open?
Do you taste chocolate or licorice when you kiss them?
When you see them, which hand reaches for them first?
Do you love with the blinds open?
In the daytime?
When no one is watching?
How many times a day do your feet tap the rhythm of their name?
Where do you like to fuck?
Where do you like to make love?
Is there a difference?
If so, what shade is it?
Do you still take your coffee black?
How long has it been since you smoked?
Do they make it easier to breathe
or do you still use your inhaler?
When was the last time you unlocked the liquor cabinet?
When you slow dance, are your eyes open or closed?
Do they smell like your sheets when you leave for work?
What does their sadness sound like?
Trumpets? A wolf howl?
Do they make you happier than I did?
Don’t answer.”—Questions For a Few Years From Now | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)
I miss sitting down with someone at a coffee shop or boba place and just having a nice conversation that takes place for hours. I guess that’s one key difference between here and home—the subculture of LA is about being on to the next/constantly doing things, and it’s hard to get carried away through talking without having some alarm or deadline snap you back to reality. Everyone and everything here has a time limit.