“I mean, God bless The Notebook. It introduced me to one of the great loves of my life. But people do Rachel and me a disservice by assuming we were anything like the people in that movie. Rachel and my love story is a hell of a lot more romantic than that. It wasn’t the attention that broke us up, I don’t know what to say. The only thing I remember is we both went down swingin’ and called it a draw.”
- Ryan Gosling
instead of learning from my mistakes i like to dwell on them until i have a panic attack.
just wanted to say that you’re sexy & funny & smart & brave & koalawink.
What I want is for someone to hold me over coffee, to charm me with language, to talk me into their history so deep that I don’t want to escape. Skin is so shallow. Touch is not the intimacy that I want, and I don’t know how to put that into and out of words. I just want to lay here, with the boy that I trust, and not have him kiss me. All I want is a bedtime story. All I want is for someone to give me as much as they ask of me.
|—||Al Capone (via mrcheyl)|
im not one to break up a happy home, like nelly said
but GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE WITH YOUR CHIRPY FLUTTERY BIRDLIKE BULLSHIT
He asked about the ink stains on my fingers,
while we were sitting on the rooftop of a predictably loud party.
I told him casually about how writing demands that I
scribble out bits of poems that catch in my head.
He looked at me while I took another sip of my beer & babyloves, I tried
to feel powerful. Imagined myself a goddess in the shock of neon highlighting my profile.
Creativity is a funny thing, I remember saying, flippantly.
Sticky July air pulsed between us & I looked out at the flickering city
lights as if they would magically send up a signal that this was it,
the BIG moment, BOOM, that everyone kept talking about.
My lips were pulled halfway into a seductive smile when he said,
“Yeah, well, creativity can’t be all it’s cracked up to be. That painter guy cut off his own fucking ear”
And I laughed so hard I cried.