Depth per•cep•tion (n): the ability to perceive the relative distance of objects in one’s visual field.

Damn, I wish I had it.
It could really come in handy.

On nights like this.

Our skin is touching.
I can feel your eyelashes
flicker on my cheekbone
as your eye twitches.
I know you’re awake,
but your mouth
is closed and your eyes
are squeezed shut.
Hardly a millimeter
of air exists
between our bodies but
you seem so far away.


"the ability to perceive the relative
of objects in one’s visual field.”

You’re in my visual field.
For sure.
I can see you.
Your lips are pressed together
in a thin line
(I can’t kiss you goodnight)
and your eyebrows are knitted together like you’re worried about something
(I wish I knew what it was)
and your side is rising and falling
as you pretend to take deep, sleep-like breaths
(But I know they’re fake)
and your eye—
your eye is twitching.
I can feel it

I can see you plain as day,
but I sure as hell
can’t tell
how distant you are.
Miles away.


"the relative distance".

In “relative” terms:

I guess I’ve lost you.

― Depth Perception (via thoseconstellations)


I find that if I’m conversing with someone I’m attracted to, it becomes increasingly hard to withhold enough willpower to not kiss them. The boy I am currently interested in happens to spend a lot of time with me, so this is a real issue here guys. He’s got really nice lips okay. Very kissable. Sadly, I am unable to act on such urges because this kissable piece of shit who will remain nameless has a girlfriend okay. You can go about your day now. 

There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you.

Remember that.

― (via the-taintedtruth)
No, fuck you. I was worth it.
and I’m still worth it // R.R. (via hefuckin)
My life is a struggle between my need for acceptance, my fear of rejection, and a desire to not care at all.
― Anonymous (via eoreu)

(Source: wnq-writers)

Look at me while you cum.
― (via breakfastaftersex)

(Source: subbieblackgrl)

Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
― Andrea Gibson, Bone Burying (via eros-addict)

(Source: feellng)

I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (via observando)


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