Babymoongoat

No quiero un amor a medias, rasgado y partido por la mitad. He luchado y sufrido tanto, que me merezco algo entero, intenso, indestructible.

-Frida Kahlo. (via librossonperfectos)

you’re my favorite worst nightmare

:(

Pero por ningún motivo me dejes de hablar.

☹️

the first time i saw her she was sitting under an apple tree. i thought it was love at first sight. it took me three months to tell her that i loved her, but she didn’t feel the same. we stayed friends and in the way that i am wont to do, i made her fall in love with me (for my persistency alone). at the beginning, polite emails and loving letters, i felt warm and loved. she was very patient, and very gentle with me. it was the kind of love that curled up in front of a fire place and fell asleep in the warmth. three months after she finally said yes to going out with me, i found myself getting scars from the jagged broken pieces inside of her. six months went by and there were nights where i lost sleep waiting for her to reply, needing to make sure she was even alive. seven months, “nicole please don’t leave me. i’m afraid i will die without you.” eight, i couldn’t breathe. suffocated. she wasn’t my apple tree love anymore, she was a hurricane, ripping houses from their foundations and flattening entire forests. nine months, and i needed to breathe alone. i needed more. i left, and it took me ten days to make the call i knew i needed to make. i stopped eating for days at a time after that, i was afraid and i felt free all in the same breath. no one saved me, and i don’t believe in love at first sight anymore. i do, however, still believe in love. and i’m glad that i do because i have more love now with him than i ever did with anyone else.