Spoken Lies , Hidden Truths . . .
. . . It's harder to hide a spoken lie , then to speak the hidden truth .
I asked you to tell me about her and you asked me what I wanted to know and that’s when I knew you didn’t really love her. Because if you loved her then you would’ve told me about how her eyes light up when she laughs and she bites her lip when she’s sad. You would’ve told me about the way her teeth remind you of those glow-in-the-dark stars you stuck on your ceiling when you were little and the way her voice wraps around your bones and keeps you from shaking. You would’ve told me about the tips of her fingers and the way sunshine pours from her mouth. You would’ve told me about how she even looks pretty when she cries and the way she hides behind her hair. You would’ve told me about the way you want to live inside her ribcage and fall asleep in the crook of her neck. You would’ve told me that she tastes like the entire galaxy and she speaks in poetry. You would’ve told me that the sound of her breath while she sleeps is your new favorite song. You would’ve told me about how she’s in your blood and the way she’s got so much love in her veins that if you cut her open, you swear flowers would grow from inside of her. You would’ve told me about the way you love her, like I love you.I heard you got a new girlfriend  (via extrasad)
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Grand Effex
There was a girl I used to know but I haven’t seen her in awhile. She was beautiful, smart, confident, free spirited. She could turn an uneasy silence into a conversation. She could make you smile just like that, and she could even make you cry just like that. She felt like she could change the world, paint it different colors. She could conquer anything. She believed in fairy tale’s, dreams, and love.Daily Tumblr Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)