laetitia. letitia. leticia

I write for myself and only myself. I write to explore the things I can't say, the emotions I can't experience, and the characters I can't be.

"Writing: often it is the only thing between you & impossibility. No drink, no woman’s love, no wealth
can match it." - Bukowski

I will never forgive Desperate Housewives for this. They think that just because they’re in the last season of the show they can get away with killing off one of their BEST characters. Mike Delfino was an incredible, loved character. How is it right that he’s the one who had to die? MJ is now going to have to grow up without a father figure and Susan. And Susan. How is this even fair on her? Characters are supposed to progress as the series goes on, but with Mike dying, Susan is right back to the beginning. A single mother with no man in her life. Tell me. How is that right? How is that even fair?

(Source: dair-you-to-love-me)

<3 fuck you marc cherry.

<3

fuck you marc cherry.

inkedribs: It’s easier this way. I have been through the relationship thing, the requited love thing, the waking up in the morning with his voice in my heart thing. I liked being in love with him and having him be in love with me but I hated when it ended. An unreal moment led to heartbreak and I had never believed that nonexistent cuts and burns and bruises could hurt so damn much, but it turned out all the songwriters hadn’t been lying—they had barely even exaggerated the pulse of instant loneliness. I thought I had stopped, that I had loved and broken and was done. You were not him, and I did not even think of love when I first saw you. It happened slowly and it was unexpected but one day your smile made my heart do something stupid and the next I was looking forward to seeing you and the third I didn’t want to say goodbye and so I fell in love. But this is different than last time—you haven’t loved me, you don’t, you won’t. I won’t ever wake up with you or kiss you or laugh with you after three in the morning. We have barriers and I won’t cross them and you don’t even realize they’re there, or that they’re relevant. It’s strange and nice, to think about you and the impossibility of an us. To love you means there are no expectations, no eventualities, no chances. Hopelessness has a brighter side: loving you brings no pressure, nothing. I am able to dream about you and talk about you in vague obscurities and know that you will never disappoint me, because we will never get close enough for me to discover that the you I’ve built in my thoughts is not the you that exists. 

inkedribs:

It’s easier this way. I have been through the relationship thing, the requited love thing, the waking up in the morning with his voice in my heart thing. I liked being in love with him and having him be in love with me but I hated when it ended. An unreal moment led to heartbreak and I had never believed that nonexistent cuts and burns and bruises could hurt so damn much, but it turned out all the songwriters hadn’t been lying—they had barely even exaggerated the pulse of instant loneliness.

I thought I had stopped, that I had loved and broken and was done. You were not him, and I did not even think of love when I first saw you. It happened slowly and it was unexpected but one day your smile made my heart do something stupid and the next I was looking forward to seeing you and the third I didn’t want to say goodbye and so I fell in love. But this is different than last time—you haven’t loved me, you don’t, you won’t. I won’t ever wake up with you or kiss you or laugh with you after three in the morning. We have barriers and I won’t cross them and you don’t even realize they’re there, or that they’re relevant.

It’s strange and nice, to think about you and the impossibility of an us. To love you means there are no expectations, no eventualities, no chances. Hopelessness has a brighter side: loving you brings no pressure, nothing. I am able to dream about you and talk about you in vague obscurities and know that you will never disappoint me, because we will never get close enough for me to discover that the you I’ve built in my thoughts is not the you that exists. 

(via offrooftops-deactivated20120426)

everything feels broken.

crying is sad enough but what’s worse is not knowing why. 

I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.

—jonathan safran foer (via ethaney)

(via ittavaytas)

Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll never fall in love. 

i’m falling for you hard, and it’s all complicated.