Give Me a Reason

Valeria Echeverri. Let's say 18 although I have the soul of a very old person. I like to write poems for my boyfriend, which he will never see. I like watching birds fly and watching people walk past me. And I'm like that people person, who doesn't exactly like people but doesn't dislike them either. I spend my time mostly sleeping or being boring by myself or with some close acquaintances, or books, which may sometimes be even cooler. I also like really complicated words in other languages and I like hearing people talking in dialects I will never learn. My favorite color is phosphorescent pink and nobody cares but still I want you all to know. And I like eating. Maybe food is the love of my life but then again I'm really hoping it is not and he is, because I'm starting to think that I've finally found the reason for me to go up every morning and to sing randomly out of happinness. So yeah, that's me, falling for the romantic bullshit like watching sunsets and cooking together and stuff. And I think that's okay.

There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.

—Jean-Paul Sartre (via larmoyante)

(Source: psych-facts)

She said curled against me,
Her voice tip-toeing the edge of a cliff,
“I feel so small.”

But you are not small,
You are the entire universe.
Your body is the new bloom wrung from
The soil that was lain from the ashes of bursting stars,
You are not small,
Even if you think you are.

Sometimes I wish you were small,
So that it would be easier for my hands,
My lips,
To scour over every inch of you
But I don’t mind if my body goes limp
I will never get tired of touching you.

I know your head is floating off your shoulders and that
Your heart is so heavy that you are sinking beneath the floorboards.
It is okay to feel blank,
It is okay to feel anything you need to feel,
And even though I am a poet, not a painter,
I will try so hard to turn
A blank you into something beautiful
(Just in case you didn’t know,
You are already something so beautiful.)

We didn’t get to choose who,
Or how,
Or when,
Or why,
But you know what?
I don’t care about the technicals,
About the conventional,
And I know you don’t either.

I’m here for the sunshine, love
And oh god do you shine so bright.
But I am also here for the storms,
For the rain,
For every tear drop that streaks your cheek’s windowpane.
No matter how much
It hurts me to see you hurt,
I will take my hands,
My shaking hands,
Wipe every single one of them away.

"My heart’s not the strongest,
But it is all yours”
She says into the empty space of her room.

I want to make my way inside your chest,
Let your heart rest I will pump all your blood for you,
I will prop you up on my shoulders
I will be your human crutch,
I will walk you across the Atlantic until the saltwater fills my lungs
Or my own two legs give up
Because peach,

Loving you is not a matter of wading in the shallow end,
Headfirst I will dive right in.
This is not a question of how long I can float,
This is sink or swim.

—"Sink Or Swim" - Nishat Ahmed (via sickwithsyllables)

(via breathedeepand-dive)


”you have already seen that band so you don’t need to go to their concert again” no u don’t understand

(via iwillmindfuckyou)


I just realized that the lack of acceptance for asexuals is literally the dumbest thing.
Like, you can’t handle the thought of two dudes kissing? Okay you’re dumb and terrible whatever.
But you can’t handle the idea… Of someone… Not kissing anyone? What are you worried about? They’re gonna eat too much mac n cheese?? Draw too many dinosaurs??? Tell me

(via iwillmindfuckyou)


things i laughed at in 2011: actual jokes with a structure and punchline

things i laugh at now: watch me swooce right in

(via fancydonuts)

There is always that one band that comes along when you are 14 or 15 years old that manages to hit you in just the right way and changes your whole perception of things

—Alex Turner (via papermassacres)

(Source: aybigayl, via psych-facts)


when ur trying to cheer your friends up bc they’re sadimage

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I volunteered at an animal shelter yesterday and while I was hosing down the dozenth dirty dog kennel I thought to myself “why am I doing this without pay again?” and then I walked into the room with like 15 kittens in it and they all started meowing at me and I was like, yes, that’s why

(Source: kingmunsterxvii, via iwillmindfuckyou)