The only people for me are the mad ones

Cammi. 20. San Francisco. Student. EDM. VS. Lingerie. Food. Animals. Quotes. Sex. ANTHING ELSE.
Welcome to my world

Can I tell you how much I love you? And how much this hurts?

Flipping the light switches in my bathroom the same way I did with you.

And not being able to look at my netflix because theres so many shows we watch.

Laying here with my blanket the same way I did back in December and now things are different.

it’s all so different 

you can only say you’re sorry a certain amount of times before you can’t say it anymore. if you want me to feel terrible and upset then you’ve achieved it. coming from me, who doesn’t have to tell you sorry all the time, i am. i’m sure many people aren’t out and about hoping to say something to someone to hurt them and i’m not even close to being the person who wants to hurt others. and that includes you. what i can’t control is the fuckups, mistakes, and meaning of something to someone else. i’m sorry if you saw what i sad as a mistake and took it way that i didn’t intend. 

what i hate is sitting in front of you waiting for you to say something or waiting for you to stop tapping your fingers in a calm rage. what i can’t stomach is going to sleep tonight not hearing that you love me or being able to tell you that i love you. what hurts the most is ending the conversation the way it did. 

what i can’t handle is not having you in my corner when i feel stuck. i hate feeling like you aren’t on my side. no one to talk to. 

and i’m sorry, so sorry, even though i’ve said it a hundred times. because i have no other way to say it or express it. because i never meant to make you cry or make you feel not worthy. 

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

—John Keats, Bright Star  (via katsiav)

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Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn’t be one of them.

Tiffanie DeBartolo  (via katsiav)

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