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thatweekendhaze · 2 years
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you are—the feeling of pure sunlight on my skin. inky pens that glide across paper. driving with no destination. hands brushing together on a first date. my first thought in the morning. unsent poems. flushed cheeks. acing a test you didn’t study for. the first day of summer. bike rides on warm nights. laughter between old friends. pretty lights on a dark street.
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thatweekendhaze · 2 years
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you asked me where i want to live and i can’t remember what i told you, but the real answer was in your mind. I’d write poetry in your daydreams for the rest of my life if you’d let me.
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thatweekendhaze · 2 years
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I’m trying so hard—so fucking hard to be worthy of your time. to be smart and pretty and funny. to be deserving of your love. and despite my effort, my desperate attempts, I am still not enough.
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thatweekendhaze · 2 years
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she was most comfortable surrounded by books and that might be the saddest thing i ever heard.
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thatweekendhaze · 2 years
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a romance—
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thatweekendhaze · 2 years
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he calls me his sinful girl, though i try so hard to treat him heavenly.
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thatweekendhaze · 2 years
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i hope me from 5 years ago would be proud of the woman i am right now. i have never stopped writing, and i own more books than i have places to put them.
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thatweekendhaze · 2 years
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i spent a lot of time agonizing over what i would say if i ran into you one day. the real answer is nothing at all. you were “madly in love” with me and it didn’t stop you from breaking me down every chance you got. nothing i could say now—or even back then—would have changed you. i suppose that was the ending i wrote for us.
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thatweekendhaze · 2 years
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thatweekendhaze · 2 years
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i remember being 21 and naïve enough to believe you could give me everything you promised. i am the age you were when we met and i don’t go around offering girls the moon. forgive me if i still can’t put myself in your shoes.
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thatweekendhaze · 3 years
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i spend an ungodly amount of time thinking about your beautiful mind.
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thatweekendhaze · 3 years
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you are—handwritten letters. 2am drives with the windows down. coffee stained pages. thinking of the perfect word to describe how you’re feeling. the first sip of a warm drink on a cold night. leatherbound notebooks. stolen kisses. notes in the margins of books. streetlights on an empty street. the moment right after a performance but right before the applause.
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thatweekendhaze · 3 years
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please stop crossing my mind...
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thatweekendhaze · 3 years
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why did you have to stay so long if you knew you were going to end up leaving anyways?
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thatweekendhaze · 3 years
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i’d give all my sunsets away for a chance to hold you again.
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thatweekendhaze · 3 years
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because i never post myself on this account ✨🤍
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thatweekendhaze · 3 years
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stop settling for people that make you feel like you’re hard to love.
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