She laughs like god
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Kalyn Lady. I'm a changeling, see me change. Florida. Eighteen. This is my book blog: I answer all questions privately unless they're anon.
One day we’ll both
forget the storms we danced through.
You’ll find a nice girl
to fall into peace with
and you’ll forget about the days
we lost our minds together.
I’ll be across the world
and still know the exact moment
it happens.
I’ll pretend that I don’t
and I’ll forget you
the way I forget every dream
I’m not brave enough for.
I’ll meet someone who reminds
me of the years I gave my best
to a boy who held me like he meant it.
And I want you to know that it
could have been you.
That it almost was you,
but we didn’t know how to be good for each other
and how to stay that way.
In another world, it is you,
and we’re better for it.
I hope you know that I wanted that.
That a part of me always will.
- Y.Z, sinking ships and ghost town islands (via rustyvoices)
Aug 15th
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I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
- Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via safeslut)

I. The first time I ever saw you was on a bridge. Should’ve known then I’d need to get over you. But you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Even more beautiful than the view from a top the bridge we were on. I didn’t need to look around at the world, when the Earth was in your eyes. Green and brown dancing and twirling around each other. I didn’t even know they made eyes like that until you looked at me.

II. And the first time we ever touched was in this room. It’s my bedroom now. I have to go to sleep every night remembering the first time I ever touched you, your hand with the scar on it, was in this room. I love that scar. I love your hands, too.

III. The first time you ever asked me to be your girlfriend was on New Years Eve during the fireworks, and the first night we ever kissed- and kissed and kissed and kissed, was two days later. That night was the first time you ever broke up with me, too.

IV. And on November 5th, the first time you ever came to see me sing, I didn’t know you would be there- third row. Just close enough for the lights not to block you out. On the last song, I looked into your eyes as I sang “I die without you.” When it was over, everybody in Musical Theatre danced and jumped around in the confetti falling from the ceiling, but I walked right off the stage into your arms.

She was pretty in the kind of way that said she’d run a dagger through your heart and still keep smiling the whole time.
- Richelle Mead, Silver Shadows (via mashamorevna)