Young and Beautiful (DH Orchestral Version); Lana Del Rey
okay this is very true and everyone who keeps saying “it’s too soon for comments like this”, actually it’s arguably too late for comments like this, things like this need to be addressed instead of being swept under the rug and i understand how awful what’s happening in boston is, but you can’t discredit things that happen in other places in the world simply because it isn’t happening in north america.
I can’t and I won’t sleep with my phone off or on silent… even “vibrate” is debatable sometimes. I have to be able to wake up if somebody calls me in the middle of the night because of an emergency.
A couple of years ago when I was at an all time low and suicidal, I did something reckless around 1 in the morning. Minutes later I got scared and called my best friend at the time; thankfully he answered right away and came to my rescue in a heart beat. He’s told me that I’ve traumatized him for life because now he can’t sleep with his phone off either :/
Also a couple years ago, me and my ex boyfriend got into a fight over the phone before we went to sleep. I was so mad, I put my phone on silent just in case he tried to call me back. When I checked my phone in the morning, I had a number of missed calls and voicemails from him. He received a late phone call that night from his dad telling him his grandpa was in the ER. My ex boyfriend ended up driving an hr to the hospital, only to get there in time to say goodbye to his grandpa. Needless to say, I felt like the worst human being.
Every now and then I think about those two incidents before I put my phone on the charger. Tonight I decided to blog about it. Hah, that is all.
If you really truly love her, you would treat her better or let her go.
If you really truly love him, you would treat him better or let him go.
Or simply know your worth, walk away, and don’t ever look back.
| — | Robert Tew (via agentlemenscoup) |
Last night I thought I kissed
the loneliness from out your belly button.
I thought I did, but later you sat up,
all bones and restless hands, and told me that
there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo.I never know what to say to these things.
“It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.”
“Please don’t go away again.”Sometimes you are gone for days at a time
and it is all I can do not to call the police,
file a missing person’s report, even though
you are right there, still sleeping next to me
in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house
in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders.Except in this case I am the intruder and you
are already locked up so tight that no one
could possibly jimmy their way in.Last night I thought I gave you a reason
not to be so sad when I held your body like
a high note and we both trembled from the effort.Some people, though, are sad against all reason,
all sensibility, all love. I know better now.
I know what to say to the things you admit to me
in the dark, all bones and restless hands.“It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.”
“Please come back to me again.”





