No,
I don’t think I’ll be coming home.
Only because home doesn’t quite
fit the definition of that word
anymore.

I dreamt 
I was swallowed by the sea
And I drowned in words that
were whispered into
meaningless oblivion.
Words reiterated so fast
they become tasteless
and blanched of all
emotion.
I dreamt you no longer loved me.
And that terrified me.

It’s when I’m awake at 3am
That my mind starts to wander
And I worry
About infinity.
What if you’re not the right one?

But it’s when I’m still awake at 5am
When my mind is crystal clear
And I understand that the distance
Between you and I right now is just temporary,
And if I have anything to look forward to, it’s the rest of my life because (I may not be a palm reader but)
I can see you in it.
I’ll be with you again and when I am I know that what we have
Could break gravity.
I love you more than the ocean loves the moon
And I say that because only the tides could describe how badly
I want you.
Like gravity doesn’t exist.
I’m pulled towards you with a force
That can’t quite be explained by any scientist,
But if they were to guess,
They’d say, “it’s love”.

I read something somewhere:

“A lot of other girls shine brighter, and you deserve the sun”

That is how I feel about you, love.
There are so many other girls who are happier, and more alive; who glow brighter, like candles against a dark night;

and I am ash blowing in the wind .

You deserve the sun. 

But I love your eyes.
Perhaps because they’re uniquely yours. 
I asked you on our first date, if you wore contacts
You said you didn’t; that your eyes were naturally as blue
as the crystalline sky. They’re blue and have grey flecks and they
refract your smile like they keep a contract with your incisors to multiply the effectiveness of your smoldering gaze combined with your charming grin.

You told me that your eyes were the least bright of your family.
But I wasn’t asking about their eyes,
I only wanted to know yours. 
I will only ever want to know your eyes,

and the way they reflect the light in the grey flecks. 

How they look like sunlight hitting the surface of water

How they look when you smile,
and more importantly, how they look when you smile at me.

That’s why I love your eyes.

krstewpattz:

overusedinkpen:

thefaultsinbeingawallflower:

lightgetsout:

A fan narration of Augustus Waters’s letter to Peter Van Houten.

can i please marry your voice

holy shit that made me cry more than the book did 

OH MY GOD NO

srslyomg:

pomegran8:

you know what’s dumb
the concept of treating adolescents like children throughout the entirety of their teenage years and then at around age 17 pulling a complete 180 and expecting them to decide within the next couple years what they want to do with the rest of their lives

thank you

inbox:

inbox:

inbox:

inbox:

inbox:

knock knock

whos there

may I come in?

may I come in who?

may i come in you

Being your lover. 

Seriously, the definition of lover is literally:
lov·er  [luhv-er]  
1. a person who is in love with another.
 I feel like it’s the perfect title for us. Lovers. I’m in love with you, you’re in love with me. We are lovers in all different aspects. 
It’s a beautiful thing.