In A Heartbeat (2017)

If she writes, don’t date her. A woman who writes will pay attention to the small details, the little moments. She will start to memorize the curves of your shoulders and the crescents of your collarbones, the way your words hopscotch side to side when you’re nervous and melt together when pronouncing her name. She will see everything through the lenses of metaphors, analogies, and comparisons- saying things like how her coffee that morning reminded her of your eyes, or how she heard a song on the radio that reminded her of the first time you told her you loved her. And she’ll write, write, write. That’ll be what you like most about her. Although there will be nights you wake up at 3am to an empty spot on the bed, you’ll know it’s because she’s writing about how beautiful you looked with your eyes closed. Do not date a woman who writes, because she will understand how to read between the lines. She’ll notice the way you lick your lips when you lie and the way your finger twitches when you feel guilty. She would have read enough books to know where this plot is heading, and so when the relationship ends, you’ll be left with nothing while she will at least be left with the cruel inspiration of heartbreak. Those beautiful love poems she used to keep stashed away in your pillowcase will become replaced with toxic words and heartbroken verses. She’ll write about how your mouth began to taste like deceit and your love began to feel like lies. You’ll go from being her cure to being the poison in her veins. She will live on forever as someone who saw the world as colors and details, while you’ll live forever on as just the boy who broke her heart many years ago.

A.F // Excerpt of a book I’ll never write #75 (via her-minds-a-mess)

I am the writer and this is so true.

(via namedrop-natalie)

Fml I’m the writer that does this to girls.

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Also the writer and I can confirm we do this

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Wooo, I’m relatable!!!

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30 Reasons Not to Kill Yourself

- Suicide is final. Once you take your life, that’s it. You only have one life. End it and you’re done. You will never ever get a second chance. - That special person. The one who keeps you strong when nobody else does. The one who stands by you when everyone walks out. Imagine the pain, the sadness, the grief they would feel when you’re gone. Even if you don’t think you have a special person worth living for, you do. You just don’t know it yet. - Death wont relieve the pain. Killing yourself will not be a relief to the suffering. When you’re dead, you’re nothing. You no longer exist. If you want relief from your suffering, you have to choose to live. You have to reach out and find the courage to make tomorrow better than today. Remember, there is light at the end of the tunnel. There is hope and things will get better. You’re a strong person for living, and you give me hope. - It will get better, I promise. Remember, even your darkest days only have 24 hours. Don’t focus on the negatives, instead, look for the positive things in life. Do you have amazing friends? Are you good at an instrument? Are you a good problem solver? Remember, you’re here because a lady cared enough to bring you into this world. So embrace that, with both hands. - All the memories, the laughs, the smiles and the hugs. What if you end up being the one that finds the cure for cancer? Or the one that discovers life on Mars? Or the one that ends up with the most amazing spouse and family? How will you ever know your true potential if you’re not there to experience it? All the people you will never meet, all the lives you wont touch, all the souls you wont inspire. The future is a mystery; don’t you want to discover its secrets? - Sunrise. Imagine never seeing bright yellow rays light up the dark sky again. Never feeling the warmth of the sun. Never feeling the beauty of the way the sky illuminates as it grows brighter and brighter until the whole heavenly expanse is enlightened. - Dancing in the rain. And seeing the rainbow when it stops. - Smiles. A smiles is a curve that sets things straight. Without you, the world will have one less smile. - Music is a beautiful creation. - Hearing children laugh. - You are beautiful. - Your courage to live inspires me. - Look at children in Africa who are starving. Look at natural disaster victims who have lost everything. Look at the person next to you. Doesn’t their courage to live inspire you to do the same? - Lying beneath the stars at night and hearing the crickets sing. - Waking up every morning and realizing that it’s a new day. - Bubble baths. - Giving and receiving random compliments from strangers. - You are not alone in life. Even if you feel you are, there is always someone who would do anything to help you. - Nature is a beautiful thing. - Singing in the shower. - Feeling cold air on your face after you get out of the shower. - Laying in the grass on a beautiful day and hearing the birds sing. - Looking out of the window and seeing the gentle breeze sway the trees. - Friends. - You are special, you are strong, you are precious. You still have so much to give. - This is your story. Don’t end it too soon. Live it to the max, be a fighter. - The taste of chocolate melting in your mouth. - Make a difference in the world. - All those words you still haven’t said yet. - Feeling the rain on your skin.

- Fresh baked cookies.

- The smell of freshly mowed grass.

- All the books that are waiting for you to read them.

- Hearing the beat of your heart.

- Warm summer air.

- Walking your dog in the crisp evening breeze.

- Sipping coffee and reading the morning newspaper.

- You’ve lived this long. That gives me hope.

- Concerts.

- Stick around, and help someone in the future that struggles to keep living. Save someone else by saving yourself.

I like messy people; people who don’t fit in a box or stay between the lines, but whose integrity is greater than any rule book and whose loyalty is stronger than blood.

Jim Wern (via observando)

Why is agony compared to art? For it is not art; the pain is a wreck that does not live up to the idea of wonderful masterpieces, flawless, painted from one’s own personal garden of rosy reds and lilacs. Pained expressions are eyes made of ships whom have flood, hearts sinking like an anchor and hair like sails. Who has the audacity to compare a sinking ship to the gardens and gates of a painting instead of torn devices and broken boards. We are the beauty in destruction my love, adore your crashing waves.

S.P. The Audacity of Gardens  (via stainedpoetry)

Humans tend to live in fear of the things they can’t control. Falling in love, falling out of love, death. Maybe that’s why I smoke. I smoke so I can finally control something in my life. Maybe I smoke so the only person choosing my murder weapon is me.

excerpt from a book I’ll never write #16 (via @hxmesixk)