1. Date a boy who makes you happy, but marry him only if he makes you laugh deep-belly rumbles that hurt your ribs as they expand outwards. Date him when he sees that you’re hurting and he gives you a moment to feel that pain like a handprint spreading across your consciousness, marry him only if he can make you smile even while you’re gross sobbing. The world is not a kind place. You will feel a lot of pain. Make sure you are with someone who makes it all bearable. Humor is an excellent gauge of intelligence. Life gets boring. Find someone who makes the banal interesting.

2. Make sure he has scars on the back of his hands, it’s a good sign he has experience either fighting or making things - creation is an act of selflessness and bruised knuckles are a good sign he knows how to defend himself. You’ve got too much soul to be handled by someone who has never been passionate. If he’s never thrown a punch, let him at least have tasted the insanity of bringing an idea into existence. Rough palms are better than soft ones, they have been salted by this earth and made into leather. Callouses are evidence he has lived, that he has broken skin and been in pain over and over and over again and still came back to the source of it. People rub against each other. Don’t marry him if he can’t handle even a little blister.

3. Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting,see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.

4. Trust your instincts. If he ever makes you feel unsafe, don’t make excuses, just get up and leave. That’s all there is to it. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

5. If he puts money before you, he’ll keep pushing you to the bottom of the pile until you become his last priority. It’s one thing if he can’t afford what you want, it’s another if he has the cash but won’t spring for a box of chicken mcnuggets. Money and love are arch enemies. 62% of divorces occur due to economic strain. Make sure keeping you is more important than his 401k.

6. How a man treats animals is a good indicator of how he treats children. If you see him raise a hand to a dog, pack your things into a little black bag. Animals at their worst are only half as annoying as a toddler on their best behaviour. Your kids will be beautiful, but they will also misbehave. Same goes for waiters and hotel maids - if he’s rude to those who are working for minimum wage, it says a lot about how he sees himself. Patience is rare and so important. If he’s not forgiving to a dog, he’s not good for your kids.

7. If he isn’t in awe of you, he doesn’t deserve you. You are my little girl and you were born perfect. If he can’t see that, it’s his loss. There is someone who thinks your flaws power his heart. Be strong. If he asks you to change, be like like rock of your birthstone, do not waver. You are wondrous just the way that you are.

My father’s recipe for the man I should marry (part 1/2 of a series). /// r.i.d  (via inkskinned)

i never reblog shit like this but damn. damn. 

(via positivemetalattitude)
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Do you ever wonder who I write about; because quite frankly, I wonder too.

Julie Martinez  (via 1112pm)

(Source: writinqueen)

This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go.

Buddy Wakefield, Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars  (via 24ribs)
declaringwar:

Stay Low

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declaringwar:

Stay Low

This one though.

writingsforwinter:

"The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot" by Brand New
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"The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot" by Brand New

(Source: sunsettting)

i like the 10 minutes before

the 10 minutes before you rip each other’s clothes off

you know it’s going to happen but in that 10 minutes, you’re trying everything in your power to make it out like that’s not about to happen

so you

talk about the weather. the cat. his day. your day.

then you hit the 4th minute and you start to touch. tentatively, at first, and when you realise it feels good, you get comfortable.

you pick the cat hairs off of his pullover. it’s black so you see every single strand. meanwhile he is running the side of his ring finger along your wrist.

you tell him he has elegant hands. has he ever played the piano? he should.

those fingers will be inside your mouth as he will be inside of you in about 5 minutes but in that moment - “have you ever played the piano?”

i like those 10 minutes.

Pelin (via sobbingkitty)

A Poem About You

engage-with-zorp:

This poem is about you.
Well, not you, specifically.
I mean grammatically.
The general ‘you’.
I just like that word.
I love ‘you’.

The letter is okay, too.

"You have got to be kidding me."
“You know what I mean”.
I love ‘you’.
The pronoun.

I don’t love you.

I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon  (via bokura)

(Source: heroincest)

I guess.. All I really want is to listen to you talk about your day
To know you’re doing okay
Because I know there are days
When you feel like running away
And days where you wanted to fight
Every stranger on the street
And I just hope
That at the very least
When you’re having one of those days
That there’s still someone around
To talk to
Even if I can’t be her

dontjimmymejules:

I’m not writing you any more poems
These words won’t rhyme or syncopate
If you want poetry from me come get it from my lips
Claw it out of my flesh
We’ll fuck in iambic pentameter ok
I want
To feel
It or
I don’t
Want it
At all

It’s more than your lips on the nape of my neck
Or your hands on my breast, with your leg on my thigh
Or the look in your eyes as you slide inside
It’s the way you make me wanna live instead of die

declaringwar:

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Lists

I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like the rest. I know that sometimes, I don’t like the rest.

I Wrote This For You (via perfect)

Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.

Natalie Goldberg  
(via drugaterian)

(Source: seabois)