wearealways-broken:

“It rained today and I thought of you. I thought about all the days we have spent together, and yet I have never once seen you in the rain. I wonder if you even like the rain, or if you would be the guy running to your car for cover in the parking lot after the cinema. Something about the rain reminds me of how effortlessly you put me to ease when my mind would stir. The way you could put my insecurities to sleep as we talked about the future and shared secrets that I could only fathom telling to you. And even the scent that the fresh rain leaves on the ground after the storm passes, reminds me of you. Like the way the essence of you lingered on my body after we got out of bed, clinging to me like that was the last thing I was really good at. But as the sweet, sweet sound of the rain quickly turns violent, threatening to pour it brought me back to you just as quickly. Did I mention how much I hate the rain?” -Alexa Bennett (http://wearealways-broken.tumblr.com/)
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It rained today and I thought of you. I thought about all the days we have spent together, and yet I have never once seen you in the rain. I wonder if you even like the rain, or if you would be the guy running to your car for cover in the parking lot after the cinema. Something about the rain reminds me of how effortlessly you put me to ease when my mind would stir. The way you could put my insecurities to sleep as we talked about the future and shared secrets that I could only fathom telling to you. And even the scent that the fresh rain leaves on the ground after the storm passes, reminds me of you. Like the way the essence of you lingered on my body after we got out of bed, clinging to me like that was the last thing I was really good at. But as the sweet, sweet sound of the rain quickly turns violent, threatening to pour it brought me back to you just as quickly.


Did I mention how much I hate the rain?

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wearealways-broken:

please don’t change the source, xx

wearealways-broken:

this is not a poem about the guilt of a privileged disorder, cause I was often told that I was selfish for an uncontrollable force coaxing me to stick my fingers down my throat

"Today was a better day. Today was a good day, actually. I have been having lots of them lately and I wish I knew why. I wish I knew exactly what went into having a good day. It’s like it is almost a secret recipe, filled with all of the ingredients of life that you need to be replenished with and re-nourished by. Maybe its a little bit of finally feeling the warmth from the sunshine on your back after feeling soaked by the rain; soaked to the skin. Or maybe it’s the little dash of laughter that you radiate to the world that day. Maybe its the pinch of your cheeks when you smile, even when it hurts until suddenly, not at all. Or it’s the excitement of the silly calypso ring that pings your phone and chimes into your heart when you least expect it. And it’s a little wave of heat in the heart of December. The kind of heat that comes with the lust of our youth, or the warmth of your body pressed up against mine as we are refusing to give in to each other."


yesterday, just being there with you, just being in your arms, i don’t know. It just felt like you never left.

"I am starting to feel the thunder stirring under the tips of my fingers again. But I am tired of being consumed by the same storm."