i miss you. for the people you can’t let go of. for the quiet nights when you can hear your own heartbeat and it makes you insanely lonely because you would rather hear theirs. for drunk texts and calls that lead to professing your regret and hazy mornings trying to forget it all.
don’t cross oceans for people who wouldn’t cross a puddle for you.
No, do it. Do cross oceans for people. Love people, all people. No conditions attached, no wondering wether or not they’re worthy. Cross oceans, climb mountains. Life and love isn’t about what you gain, it’s about what you give.
i know it’s not that great but it was early this morning and i was writing in almost darkness, but i like it so here it is
I remember how softly you
whispered in my ear like a
sea shell harmonising with waves
but when i spoke - i screamed into
your lungs because i thought if i did it
loud enough, your cigarettes would
taste like me.
leigh valentine and charlie kassidy on halloween 2013
on her friendship with olivia madden
"i admire via a lot. she’s been through a lot of shit and still came out the other side a pretty rad person. we’re two peas in a pod, really- we both have the same sense of humour and it’s a bad day for everyone to cross us both, together."