thesky-isours

She likes to write. Encourage her.

Whatever you do, do not let her drink.
When she does, let her dance,
let her smoke another cigarette,
and let her yell at you.
Listen to her, because chances are
she is telling you that she loves you,
and this is a memory you do not want to forget.

Do not expect a lot of help from her friends.
They do not know about you,
and you should have been prepared for that.
You should have expected that.
She likes secrets, and this just shows
you were the most important one to keep.

Be prepared to be tackled when she is happy.

Wish her a happy birthday, and do not be late.
She will be elated. She will hold such joy
within her heart, that you will not even believe
that you were the one to cause such happiness.
Celebrate her enough for the both of you.

If she says she is going to kill you,
do not assume that it is a metaphor.

When she plays you a song, listen to it throughly.
This is her way of communicating everything
she cannot speak.

If she is feeling down, close the blinds
and crawl into bed. Wrap yourself around her
and watch twelve hours of whatever
ridiculous television show she has chosen,
because those are the times
she will appreciate the most.

Repeat to yourself that she will love you one day,
and some day you will start to believe it.

Finally, your time with her will be the happiest
you have been in your entire life. Enjoy it.

"10 rules to follow in your relationship with her." - Mariah Gordon-Dyke (via larmoyante)
madnessoverload

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still donโ€™t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
Another vagabond
lost to love.
4am alone and on my way.
These are my finest moments.
I scrub my skin
to rid me from
you
and I still donโ€™t know why I cried.
It was just something in the way you took my heart and rearranged my insides and I couldnโ€™t recognise the emptiness you left me with when you were done. Maybe you thought my insides would fit better this way, look better this way, to you and us and all the rest.
But then you must have changed your mind
or made a wrong
because why did you
leave?

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still donโ€™t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
I replace cafรฉs with crowded bars and empty roads with broken bottles
and this town is healing me slowly but still not slow or fast enough because thereโ€™s no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.

There is no right way to do this.

Charlotte Eriksson (via observando)
all-the-middle-fingers-up

all-the-middle-fingers-up:

โ€œShe was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with every piece of her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything but settled for nothing.โ€

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